[Verse 1]
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 mind

[Chorus 1]
'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 sing

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus 2]
'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
[Refrain]
Her mandolin made me sing