Текст (слова) песни: Barbra Streisand - GRANDMA’S HANDS
Grandma`s hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma`s hands Played the tambourine so well Grandma`s hands Grandma`s hand used to issue out a warning And she`d say Baby, don`t you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass Might be snakes there in my grass Grandma`s hands I`m talkin` `bout my grandma`s hands Soothed the local unwed mother My 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 But you really loved that man And put herself in Jesus` hands Grandma`s hands Yeah. . . I`m talking... I`m talking `Bout my grandma, ah yeah! Grandma`s hands Used to hand me a piece of candy Ah Grandma`s hands Picked me up each time I fell Grandma`s hands Boy, they really came in handy She`d say Nettie, don`t you whip that girl What you wanna spank her for She didn`t drop no apple core But I don` have grandma anymore If I get to heaven I`ll look for Grandma`s hands I`m talking `bout my grandma Talking `bout my grandma Oho...yeah... I`m talking `bout my grandma...
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