Felt Like a Sin

I'm standing at the crossroads, my guitar in my hand
Heard a voice call out "They'll get your mandolin
Mandolin!
Mandolin!"
So I ran on back home, ran on back home
Ran on back home, ran on

And it felt like a sin
But I just had to return again

And when I returned there with my mandolin
Stood there quiet waitin' for the forest to call again
Call again
Call again
So!

And it felt like a sin
Just to play the mandolin