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 

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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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