Live at Carnegie Hall lyrics

I can't write left-handed.

Would you please write a letter-write a letter to my mother?

Tell her to tell-tell her to tell the family lawyer.
Trying to get a deferment for my younger brother.

Tell the Rev. Harris to pray for me. Lord, lord, lord.

I aint gonna live-I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older.

Strange little man over here in Vietnam I aint never seen, bless

Grandma's hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played the tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say "Billy don't you run so fast!
"Might fall on a piece of glass!
"Might be snakes there in that grass!"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands