Bill Withers - Grandmas hands

^Am Mmm-mm-mm, mmm-mm-mm. Verse 1:

^Am Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning, Grandma's hands, played a ^E7tambourine so well. ^Am Grandma's hands, used to issue out a warning, she'd say; ^E7 "Billy don't^D7 you run so ^E7fast; might fall ^D7on a piece of glass, ^E7 "Might be snakes t^D7here in that gra^Amss", Grandma's hands.

^Am Grandma's hands, soothed a local un-wed mother, Grandma's hands, used to ^E7ache sometimes and swell. ^Am Grandma's hands, used to lift her face and tell her; ^E7 "Baby, Gra^D7ndma underst^E7ands, that you re^D7ally love that man, ^E7 Put yourself in ^D7Jesus' hands&qu^Amot;, Grandma's hands.

^Am Grandma's hands, used to hand me piece of candy, Grandma's hands, picked me ^E7up each time I fell. ^Am Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy, she'd say; ^E7 "Matty don't^D7 you whip that^E7 boy, what you wan^D7t to spank him for? ^E7 He didn't drop no ^D7apple core", b^E7ut I don't have Gra^D7ndma any more. ^E7 If I get to Heaven, ^D7I'll look for, ^AmGrandma's hands.

^Am Mmm-mm-mm.