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Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, I was raised among the evergreens. In a titty-bar made of earth and wood, It was my grandma's, it was good

'Twas a dark stormy night As the train rattled on All the passengers had gone to bed Except a young man With a baby in his arms Who sat there with a

(Public Domain) Was a dark stormy night As the train rattled on All the passengers had gone to bed Except a young man with a baby in his arms Who sat

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She'd say

Grandma's a stranger, smilin' inside Holding her own as her old sense of pride lingers on, lingers on Changing directions, changing these memories of

Granny got up early one sunny day Went to get the ferry down to Nashville Went to find my sister who had run away run off with a barker on a fair wheel

It started like this I was here, right, standing, leaning back My deer in the headlights, look never fails But hearing all the things that you said Cut

Hello grandma How is your granddaughter Hello grandma How is that little girl I've been kind of out of touch But I thought I would call her Is she at