Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass Might be snakes there in that grass" Grandma's hands Grandma's hands soothed a local love with mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her She'd say, "Baby, Grandma understands That you really loved that man Put your faith in Jesus's hands" Grandma's hands Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell Grandma's hands well, they really came in handy She'd say, "Matti, don't you hit that boy What you wanna spank him for? He didn't drop no apple core" But I don't have Grandma anymore When I get to Heaven I'll look for Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Wo-oh-wo-oh Wo-oh-wo-oh Waaaahh Waaahhh Waaahhh