LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMandolin
He's got a nice little lifeHe's gonna live it, but onFriday nights he plays that mandolinPainted red, and he saidIt's not the best I knowBut it's mine, I'm gonna make it minePeople there can't help but careAbout the friendly music of a guyWho's getting by from their applauseHe's got a song that moves alongHe's got his local crowd tonightAt Angelina's family bar and grillHe's got his heart on his sleeveThe songs he plays just living freeBut who knows what goes through his mindWhen he plays a song it brings alongEverybody sayingWho's that guy who plays the mandolin... mandolinOh yeah, mandolinGot a car, got a scarLike everyone he's got a few butEverybody loves that mandolinGot his problems, bills to paySomehow that boy finds a wayThrough paychecks in tip jars, yeahHe's got his heart on his sleeveThe songs he plays just living freeBut who knows what goes through his mindWhen he plays a song it brings alongEverybody sayingWho's that guy who plays the mandolin... mandolinOh yeah, mandolinOh he's the kind of guyWho never really wanted fameHis feet are planted firmly on the groundHe never wanted people to remember his nameHe never wanted word to get aroundThat he found heaven on earthHe's got his heart on his sleeveThe songs he plays just living freeBut who knows what goes through his mindWhen he plays a song it brings alongEverybody sayingWho's that guy who plays the mandolinOh, I'm the guy who plays the mandolinMandolinOh, mandolin
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