Something So Feminine About A Mandolin

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It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
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But the lady she played so easy and fine
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And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
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They planted this song in my   mind
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     'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
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     The way that they feel, the way that they ring
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     Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
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     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