Chords for Bill Monroe & the Bluegrass Boys - Uncle Pen
Tempo:
119.6 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
B
F#
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[D] [A]
Oh, the people would come from far and away, the day stroll night till the break of day,
when they called her a holler, don't you know, you knew Uncle Pean was ready to go.
[Em]
[D] Lady, then [A] about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but [C#] rang you to hear him [B] talk, you'd hear it [F#] sing.
[A]
[D] [A]
Lady, no peace he got, soldier joy, and one ankle Boston boy, the greatest of all what tinny land, and that's where the fiddling began.
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, [B] you'd hear it sing.
[F#] [A]
[D] [A]
Oh, never forget that morn for death, when Uncle Pean was called away, the hump his fiddle, the hump his bow, and it was time for him to go.
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, you'd hear [B] it sing.
[A]
[N]
[D] [A]
Oh, the people would come from far and away, the day stroll night till the break of day,
when they called her a holler, don't you know, you knew Uncle Pean was ready to go.
[Em]
[D] Lady, then [A] about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but [C#] rang you to hear him [B] talk, you'd hear it [F#] sing.
[A]
[D] [A]
Lady, no peace he got, soldier joy, and one ankle Boston boy, the greatest of all what tinny land, and that's where the fiddling began.
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, [B] you'd hear it sing.
[F#] [A]
[D] [A]
Oh, never forget that morn for death, when Uncle Pean was called away, the hump his fiddle, the hump his bow, and it was time for him to go.
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, you'd hear [B] it sing.
[A]
[N]
Key:
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D
B
F#
Em
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D
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_ _ _ _ Oh, the people would come from far and away, the day stroll night till the break of day,
when they called her a holler, don't you know, you knew Uncle Pean was ready to go.
_ [Em] _
[D] Lady, then [A] about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but [C#] rang you to hear him [B] talk, you'd hear it [F#] sing.
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_ _ _ _ Lady, no peace he got, soldier joy, and one ankle Boston boy, the greatest of all what tinny land, and that's where the fiddling began. _ _
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, [B] you'd hear it sing.
[F#] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Oh, never forget that morn for death, when Uncle Pean was called away, the hump his fiddle, the hump his bow, and it was time for him to go. _ _
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, you'd hear [B] it sing.
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_ _ _ _ Oh, the people would come from far and away, the day stroll night till the break of day,
when they called her a holler, don't you know, you knew Uncle Pean was ready to go.
_ [Em] _
[D] Lady, then [A] about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but [C#] rang you to hear him [B] talk, you'd hear it [F#] sing.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Lady, no peace he got, soldier joy, and one ankle Boston boy, the greatest of all what tinny land, and that's where the fiddling began. _ _
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, [B] you'd hear it sing.
[F#] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh, never forget that morn for death, when Uncle Pean was called away, the hump his fiddle, the hump his bow, and it was time for him to go. _ _
[D] Lady, [A] then about sundown, how you never for the dead, Uncle Pean played the fiddle, Lord of howl, but rang you to hear him talk, you'd hear [B] it sing.
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