Dm7                        G7
Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday mornings
Dm7                        A7
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Dm7                        G7
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
          A                  G
She say,     "Scotty why you run so fast
A               G
Might fall on a piece of glass
A               G
Might be snakes there in that grass"
Dm7              Ebmaj7
Grandma's hands,         they keep on calling to me

[Verse 2]
Dm7                     G7
Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers
Dm7                     A7
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Dm7                          G7
Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy
         A                          G
She say,    "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?
A                G
What you want to whip him for?
A               G
He didn't throw no apple core."
Dm7               Ebmaj7                          Dm7   Ebmaj7
Grandma's hands,          they keep on calling to me

[Solos]
Dm7 G7 Dm7 A7 Dm7 G7 A G A G A G Dm7 Ebmaj7 Dm7 Ebmaj7  x5

[Verse 3]
Dm7                         G7
Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers
Dm7                     A7
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Dm7                        G7
Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy
         A                            G
She say,      "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?
A                G
What you want to whip him for?
A               G
He didn't throw no apple core."
A                G
But I don't have grandma anymore
A                 G            Dm7                  Ebmaj7
When I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands