I Was the Man Who Played Mandolin
Words and Music by Frank Gayer Martin
I had a cabin in woods near a stream
I had a house on cul-de-sac street
Now an apartment, one bedroom, two kids
I was the man who played mandolin
My reputation is know far and wide
Here on the bottom and there in the sky
If you don't know me perhaps you knew me when
I was the man who played mandolin
Everyone who looks sees another side of you
Then there are those who say they see right through
I made a vow to love you to the end
But I was the man who played mandolin
I'm a mother's son and sister's dear brother
A lover, a husband and some worse to others
Still a stranger and still a pilgrim
I was the man who played mandolin
The Blackberry Blossom, The Knoxville Girl
Ashes of Love and the Grievous Angel
I laid it down, but I may once again
I was the man who played mandolin
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