E A E
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
A E A B E B
But the lady she played so easy and fine
E A E
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
F#m Abm F#m Em
They planted this song in my mind
A E
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
A E A B E B
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
E A
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
F#m Abm F#m E
Made this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing