13 acessos
G Oh, the people would come from far away C To dance all night to the break of day G When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do" C G G7 They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go [Chorus] C G Late in the evening, about sundown D High on the hill, an' above the town G Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang G G You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! [Verse] G Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy" C And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy" G Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn" C G G7 To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins [Chorus] C G Late in the evening, about sundown D High on the hill, an' above the town G Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang G G You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! [Verse] G I'll never forget that mournful day C When old Uncle Pen was called away G He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow C G G7 And he knew it was time for him to go [Chorus] C G Late in the evening, about sundown D High on the hill, an' above the town G Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang G G You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! [Chorus] C G Late in the evening, about sundown D High on the hill, an' above the town G Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang G G You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!...