nd Fret/KEY: A/PLAY: G
G Oh, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the D break of day G
When the caller hollered "do-si-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was D ready to go. G G7
C Late in the ev'nin' a-{G} bout sundown
High on the hill and a-{D} bove the town G
Well Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could D hear it sing. G
He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy"
And the one he called "Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where fidd'lin' began.
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I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go.
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