By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol
1975
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mindChorus:
'cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
Made this boy want to singAnd 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 alongAnd 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 singHer mandolin made me sing