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[][]

[::19::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[][]

[::19::repeat chorus]