Uncle Pen Chords. by Jimmy Martin

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Oh the people would come from far away to dance all night till the break of day when the caller holler,
Don't you go, you ought to fend for the lady to go. _
[D] And [A] even in the mountain down, high on a hill in a bus town,
A fiend played the fiddle, oh it had a ring, you could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. _ _
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They'd a little tune called Soulful Joy, and the one called Boston Boy,
Raised the ball with gin and ale, and to me that's where the fiddling began. _ _
_ [D] [A] And even in the mountain down, high on a hill in a bus town,
A fiend played the fiddle, oh it had a ring, you could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. _
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And even before I get that mournful day, when Uncle Fiend was called away,
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his ball, and it was time for him to go. _
[D] And [A] even in the mountain down, high on a hill in a bus town,
A fiend played the fiddle, oh it had a ring, you could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. _ _
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