| Uncle Pen |
| (G) Late in the evening at about sundown High on the hill up above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! G Oh, the people come from far away D G Dance all night 'til the break of day G When the caller hollered the do-si-do D G G7 You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go C G Late in the evening at about sundown G High on the hill up above the town G Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring D G You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! He played a tune called the "Soldier's Joy" And the one they called the "Boston Boy" The greatest of all was the "Jenny Lynn" To me that's where good fiddlin' begins Chorus I'll never forget that mournful day When old Uncle Pen was called away He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow He knew it was time for him to go Chorus Outro: G / D repeat Words and Music (C) Bill Monroe |