Mandolin (unreleased) (letra)

He's got a nice little life, he's gonna live it but
on Friday nights he plays that mandolin.
Painted red, and he said it's not the best I know,
but it's mine, I'm gonna make it mine.

People there can't help but care
about the frienly music of a guy
who's getting by from their applause.
He's got a song that moves alone,
he's got his local crowd tonight
at Angelina's family bar and grill.

Chorus:
He's got his heart on his sleeve,
the songs he plays just living free.
But who knows what goes through his mind,
when he plays the song, it brings along,
everybody saying: "who's that guy who plays the mandolin?"
Mandolin, oh yeah, mandolin.

Got a car, got a scar, like everyone he's got a few
but everybody loves that mandolin.
Got his problems, bills to pay, but somehow that boy finds a way,
through paychecks in tip jars, yeah.


Chorus:
He's got his heart on his sleeve,
the songs he plays just living free.
But who knows what goes through his mind,
when he plays the song, it brings along,
everybody saying: "who's that guy who plays the mandolin?"
Mandolin, oh...

He's the kind of guy who never really wanted fame,
his feet are planted firmly on the ground.
He never wanted people to remember his name,
he never wanted word to get around that he found heaven on earth.


Chorus:
He's got his heart on his sleeve,
the songs he plays just living free.
But who knows what goes through his mind,
when he plays the song, it brings along,
everybody saying: "who's that guy who plays the mandolin?"
Oh, I'm the guy who plays the mandolin, mandolin, mandolin.