Words & music Bill Withers
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Granma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
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Granma's hands played the tambourine so well
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Granma's hands used to issue out a warning
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“Michael don't you run so fast
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Might fall on a piece of glass
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Might be snakes there in that grass”
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Granma's hands
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Granma's hands sooth the local unwed mother
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Granma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
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Granma's hands used to lift her free and tell her
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“Baby Granma understands
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That you really loved that man
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Put yourself in the Spirits' hands”
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Granma's hands
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Granma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy
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Granma's hands picked me up each time I fell
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Granma's hands, boy they really came in handy
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“Mattie don't you whip that boy
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What you want to spank him for?
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He didn't drop no apple core”
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But I don't have Granma any more
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If I get to heaven I'll look for
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Granma
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If I ever get up there
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If I ever go down there
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I'll be wandering around
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I'll be looking for her
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I'll be looking up a north a south a west and east and everywhere I go
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Baby Granma
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Those eyes, those hands, those smiles
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Those warm little looks I get from her...
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Gramma's Hands
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