Отключить рекламу[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
D D7It was late in the evenin'
G DJust a few of us pickin',
G DBut the lady she played
G A7sus A7So easy and fine.
D D7And the chords that she strummed
G D7Were so tastefully clever,
Em A7 D A7They planted this song in my mind.
[Chorus]
D D7'Cause there's something so feminine
G Dabout a mandolin,
G DThe way that they feel,
G A7sus A7The way that they ring.
D D7Just to see slender fingers,
G DMovin' so quickly,
G A7 D A7Made this boy want to sing.
[Verse 2]
D D7And when I get older and
G DI have a daughter,
G DI'll teach her to sing, and
G A7sus A7play her my songs
D D7And I'll tell her some stories
G DI can barely remember
Em A7 D A7And hope that she will sing along.
[Verse 3]
D D7 G D (see riff)Maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin',
G D'Cause when that bug bites you,
G A7sus A7You live with the sting.
D D7And if she could just strum
G Da few simple measures
Em A7 D A7She could make some young man sing.
[Chorus 2]
D D7'Cause there's something so feminine
G Dabout a mandolin,
G DThe way that they feel,
G A7sus A7The way that they ring.
D D7And that evening in a pasture,
G DSomewhere near Austin.
Em A7 DThat mandolin made me sing,
Em A7 DHer mandolin made me sing.
(riff)
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