Uncle Pen - Bill Monroe - 85 bpm

Oh the 
G
people would 

come from 

far a

way

They'd 
G
dance all 

night till the 
C
break of 
G
day

When the 
G
caller 

hollered 

do-se-

do

We 
G
knew Uncle 

Pen was 
C
ready to 
G
go

	
C
Late in the 

evening a
G
bout sun

down

	
G
High on the 

hill and a
C
bove the 
G
town

	Uncle 
G
Pen played the 

fiddle and oh 

how it would 

ring

	You could 
G
hear it 

talk you could 
C
hear it 
G
sing

Well he 
G
played an old 

tune called 

Soldier's 

Joy

And 
G
then he played 

one called 
C
Boston 
G
Boy

And the 
G
greatest of 

all was 

Jenny 

Lind

To 
G
me that's 

where the 
C
fiddlin' be
G
gan

repeat chorus

I'll 
G
never for

get that 

mournful 

day

 
G
When 

Uncle Pen was 
C
called a
G
way

They 
G
hung up his 

fiddle they 

hung up his 

bow

They 

knew it was 

time for 
C
him to 
G
go

repeat chorus