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 mind      Chorus:   '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      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