Uncle Pen

nd Fret/KEY: A/PLAY: Oh, the people would come from far away They'd dance all night till the When the caller hollered "do-si-do" You knew Uncle Pen was Late in the ev'nin' a-{G} bout sundown High on the hill and a-{D} bove the town Well Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring You could hear it talk, you could 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. CHORUS 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. CHORUS