Me and the Mandolin
Al would invite me to his house to jam
Couldn’t play Bluegrass; didn’t give a damn
When Al brought in a banjo and fiddle
He played the bass; I could only twiddle
When he said, “a guitar player’s coming”
Some things in my heard started to humming
“Al, don’t seek another player, my friend”
I’ll going to learn to play the mandolin”
At that time, I couldn’t help but reflect
An opportunity, I did reject
Bought a new mandolin while in High School
But gave up learning it just like a fool
That old mandolin was taken back out
Went to work learning it; I went all-out
Almost drove my family out of the house
For a while there, I thought I’d lose my spouse
Little by little, I learned all the chords
I played a decent chop, but no awards
I could play a break, but it was too slow
For the speed that bluegrass music must go
Al’s band was named “Union Hill Bluegrass Boys”
We made some music, it wasn’t all noise
A new “F” style Mandolin I soon found
A Gibson knockoff, but with a good sound
Now, today I have a band of my own
Even built an “F” style mandolin clone
I just love the sound of a mandolin
So I’m still practicing; I won’t give in
The guys in my band are good musicians
I can just blend in at my position
And sometimes I play the tenor guitar
But as the band’s MC, that’s where I star
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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