Mike Aiken This Here Mandolin
This here mandolin
Is carved out of pine
Was willed to me by a captain
Way down the line
He donated this mandolin
With these last words
Before I pass over boy
I’ll show you some chords
This here mandolin
Is made out of earth and of stone
The sound of the fog horn
Makes ya feel all alone
This here mandolin
Will take a sailorback home
This here mandolin
Is sure full of sand
It’ll play out of tune
If there’s a shoal on the ways
She’ll sing ya the song
Of the ocean's beckoning call
And that ain’t all
This here mandolin
Makes a young girl open up her window
Like a warm bed on a rainy night
Like an ale house in a storm
This here mandolin
Will keep a sailor from harm
This here mandolin
Was carved out of pine
Was willed to me by an old captain
Way down the line
He donated this mandolin
With these last words
Before I pass over boy
I’ll show you some chords
This here mandolin’s made out of
spars and old planks
If you're feeling lonely
And ya need an old song
This here mandolin
Will take a sailor back home
