2 acessos
A [Verse 1] A Oh, the people would come from far away, A7 D A they danced all night till the break of day. A When the caller hollered "do-si-do", A7 D A7 you knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. [Chorus] D E Late in the evening about sundown, A A7 D A high on a hill, above the town. E7 E Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring. E7 A D A7 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. [Verse 2] A He played an old piece he called "Soldier Joy" A7 And a new menuet called "Folsom Boy". A The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn", A7 D A7 to me that's where fiddlin' begins. [Chorus] D E Late in the evening about sundown, A A7 D A high on a hill, above the town. E7 E Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring. E7 A D A7 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. [Verse 3] A I'll never forget that mournful day, A7 when Uncle Pen was called away. A They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow, A7 D A they knew it was time for him to go. [Chorus] D E Late in the evening about sundown, A A7 D A high on a hill, above the town. E7 E Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring. E7 A D A7 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. [Outro] D E Late in the evening about sundown, A A7 D A high on a hill, above the town. E7 E Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring. E7 A D A7 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.