Lyrics Grandma's Hands - Gil Scott-Heron

Grandma′s hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma′s hands used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Scotty why you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass"

Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me

Grandma′s hands soothed the local unwed mother
Grandma′s hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands, lord they′d really come in handy
She'D say, "Bobbie why you whip that boy?
What you want to whip him for?
He didn′t throw no apple core"

Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me

Grandma′s hands soothed the local unwed mother
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy
She′d say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?
What you want to whip him for?
He didn′t throw no apple core"

But I don't have grandma anymore
When I get to heaven I′ll look for grandma's hands

Yeah, they keep on calling to me
Yeah, yeah
Keep on calling, said yeah, yeah
They keep on calling to me
Yeah, can′t look back
Can't look back but I still remember thinking
It means so much to me
′Bout the way I am and how I came to be

Yeah, said hey, hey
I need, I need, I need
I feel it more like everyday
I need to say everyday
I need to say everyday

I need to say I feel like I'm because of Grandma's hands
I feel, I feel like I′ve become like Grandma′s hands
I'm the way I am because of Grandma′s hands
Talked with me and boarded me and shaked me