Chords for Charlie Daniels and Del McCoury - Uncle Pen (Live)

_ _ _ _ Without the music that you guys played, Bonnie and Clyde would not have been the movie that it was.
You know that?
Thank you very much.
_ _ _ _ _ In fact, when you think about that, you think about, you know, that [Ab]
banjo picking, man.
That was a good shot for the [Bbm] banjo.
[A] It was a good shot.
You were [C] a good shot for the banjo.
[Bb] Laughter
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_ Laughter
Earl, I want to ask you a question.
I'm sure a lot of people would wonder the same thing as I do.
Did you have a banjo heroes when you first started playing?
Anybody that you liked to play?
I don't remember.
I started playing _ before we had a radio.
Oh. _ _ _
_ _ My _ dad passed away when I was four years old and I barely remember him.
He played some.
Uh huh. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Two years old.
He said, Dad used to wake us up in the morning, come in and pick the banjo.
So that was my exposure to the banjo.
Well, did you start out with the style you did with the thumb picking and finger picking and all that?
Well, it was just bare fingers, but it was thumb and finger.
Uh huh.
Two finger style.
Was it kind of what you used to call the old drop thumb style?
Was that what you started with?
Well, there's several different versions of that.
Yeah.
I like that style, but _ I was about ten years old, I guess.
I was in what we called the front room at the house.
I remember this.
Where you'd take company when they'd come, you know.
_ I was in there one day _ _ picking Reuben.
We'd run it down and he had still played that tune today.
And I was playing Reuben and _ I was in almost a mode, if you ask me what I was thinking about, I probably wouldn't tell you.
I wouldn't know.
But all of a sudden I realized I was playing this three finger style of math play.
_ And that scared the dickens out of me.
_ _ _ _ Horace, my brother, said I came out of the room saying, I got it, I got it.
And you did, buddy.
_ But anyway, that was a memorable time for me.
_ Earl, I can't even begin to express how much, how very, very much I appreciate you coming.
[Eb] It's such an honor to [E] me.
It's been a pleasure to come down and to pick with you, man.
One of the best musicians in this town.
_ _ [N] _ Thank you, [A] sir.
That's such a compliment for a musician.
_ Where'd you go to, Dale?
You're going to help me do this song here.
Where are you?
Is A good for you on this?
Come on up.
We'll split it [Am] up. _
_ _ _ [E] In A, [A] is that good?
A?
Okay.
_ _ _ _ _ Earl, would you like somebody to bring you your banjo?
[D] You might as well. _ _
[A] _ _ _ Oh, no sheet music? _
_ [N] That's been my problem all of these [F] years here.
_ [A] _ You know, this is one of my all-time favorite _ bluegrass songs.
One of my all-time favorite songs of any kind, and Dale's agreed to do it with me.
This is called Uncle Pen. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [D] _ [A] By sundown, high on the hill in the middle of the town.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle on a hidey ring.
[Ab] You could hear it talk, [F] you could [E] hear it sing.
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_ _ _ _ Well, it played no music called soldier joy.
Everyone called it a ballsy boy.
Rest of all was Ginny Lin.
And that's where the feeling begins.
_ _ [D] In the evening [A] by sundown, high on the hill in the middle of the town.
[C] Uncle Pen played the fiddle on a hidey ring.
You could hear it [E] talk, you could hear it sing.
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_ _ _ _ _ Never forget that morning of the day when Uncle Pen just called away.
Headed down to fiddle, hung up the bud.
It was time for him to go. _
_ _ [D] Late in the evening [A] by sundown, high on the hill in the middle of the town.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle on a [E] hidey ring.
You could hear it talk, you could hear it [B] sing.
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Yeah, late in the evening by sundown, high on the hill in the middle of the town.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle on a hidey ring.
You could hear it talk, you could [B] hear it sing.
[A] _ Oh! _ _
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