There’s eight strings to my mandola,
seven of them sound so clear,
but the first string, that’s a G-string
makes a sound none stands to hear.
So I tried to trim and tune it
to the very tiniest bit.
Seven strings did sound like diamonds,
but the G-string sound like… Well, not excactly like diamonds.
There’s eight strings to my mandola,
seven of them sound so clear,
but the first string, that’s a G-string
makes a sound none stands to hear.
So I dialled 1-900-
M-A-N-D-O-L-A
but they said they couldn’t help me,
still they wanted me to pay.
There’s eight strings to my mandola,
seven of them sound so clear,
but the first string, that’s a G-string
makes a sound none stands to hear.
Next, I checked an old grimoire
and I tried a tuning spell:
Seven strings would sound like angels
but the G-String sounds like hell.
There’s eight strings to my mandola,
seven of them sound so clear,
but the first string, that’s a G-string
makes a sound none stands to hear.
Then I summoned up a demon,
he should have my soul and that,
and he smiled and turned my G-string
to an excellent A flat.
There’s eight strings to my mandola,
seven of them sound so clear,
but the first string, that’s a G-string
makes a sound none stands to hear.
And if ever I get buried
I am sure no peace I’ll find
if my stone won’t say: »That G-string
was the last string on her mind.«
There’s eight strings to my mandola,
seven of them sound so clear,
but the first string, that’s a G-string
makes a sound none stands to hear.
My old Walthari Mittenwald mandola was only in tune up to the third fret. And one of the two G strings could no longer be tuned at all. I was desperate. Then I wrote this song. And played the mandola anyway.
The song with chords as a PDF
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Lyrics and tune © 2000 by Thesilée