Uncle Pen taby ukulele według Bill Monroe

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Oh, the people would come from far away
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They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered "do-si-do"
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You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. 

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Late in the evenin' about sundown
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High on the hill and above the town
Well Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it rang
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.

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 fiddlin' began.

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I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
H hung up his fiddle, he hung up his bow
He knew it was time for him to go.

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