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 


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                                          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