Chords for Ricky Skaggs and the Boston Pops: "Uncle Pen"
Tempo:
137.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Bill Monroe is who we kind of cite as being the father.
He was the Beethoven and Bach of this generation for Appalachian acoustic, in your face music with wonderful melodies.
I played on stage with Bill Monroe when I was six years old.
He invited me to come up and play.
I'd been playing for a year.
I didn't have my mandolin with me that night.
We went to see him.
The neighbors in the hood started, you know, let little Ricky Skaggs get up and sing.
They'd seen me at the post office or the bank building or the grocery store or wherever I could play or at church.
So after about 30 minutes of that, Mr.
Monroe finally gave in and said, okay, well where's he at?
They had no idea.
It was a small kid.
So I come walking up to the front of the stage and he just kind of reaches down and grabs me by the arm and sets me up on the stage and looks down and says, what do you play there, boy?
And I said, I play the mandolin.
And he had this size mandolin and took it off his shoulders and kind of wrapped the strap around this thing here and put it on me.
And it was like King Arthur giving Lancelot Excalibur.
This is a great Bill Monroe song about his fiddling uncle, [B] Uncle Penn.
Here we go, boys.
[F#m]
[A]
[D] [A]
All the people would come from far away to dance all night through the break of day when the call of the holler dozed off and the new uncle Penn was ready to go.
[D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing.
Yeah.
[D] [A]
[Am] [A]
I looked in her note piece, I got a soldier's joy and a one called Boston boy, greatest of all, a genuine enemy, that's where [E] the fiddling [A] began.
[D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, [E] talk and [F#m] hear it sing.
[A]
All right [D] there, y'all.
[A]
I'll never forget that morning when Uncle Penn was gone, waiting to be unmasked, fiddling with the ha'napples boy, the new uncle Penn was ready to go.
[D] Late in the evening, [A] bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and [B] hear it [A] sing.
Yeah.
Late [D] [A]
[D] in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing.
[Em]
[Bm] [A]
[D] [A] [B]
[E] [A]
[E]
[N]
He was the Beethoven and Bach of this generation for Appalachian acoustic, in your face music with wonderful melodies.
I played on stage with Bill Monroe when I was six years old.
He invited me to come up and play.
I'd been playing for a year.
I didn't have my mandolin with me that night.
We went to see him.
The neighbors in the hood started, you know, let little Ricky Skaggs get up and sing.
They'd seen me at the post office or the bank building or the grocery store or wherever I could play or at church.
So after about 30 minutes of that, Mr.
Monroe finally gave in and said, okay, well where's he at?
They had no idea.
It was a small kid.
So I come walking up to the front of the stage and he just kind of reaches down and grabs me by the arm and sets me up on the stage and looks down and says, what do you play there, boy?
And I said, I play the mandolin.
And he had this size mandolin and took it off his shoulders and kind of wrapped the strap around this thing here and put it on me.
And it was like King Arthur giving Lancelot Excalibur.
This is a great Bill Monroe song about his fiddling uncle, [B] Uncle Penn.
Here we go, boys.
[F#m]
[A]
[D] [A]
All the people would come from far away to dance all night through the break of day when the call of the holler dozed off and the new uncle Penn was ready to go.
[D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing.
Yeah.
[D] [A]
[Am] [A]
I looked in her note piece, I got a soldier's joy and a one called Boston boy, greatest of all, a genuine enemy, that's where [E] the fiddling [A] began.
[D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, [E] talk and [F#m] hear it sing.
[A]
All right [D] there, y'all.
[A]
I'll never forget that morning when Uncle Penn was gone, waiting to be unmasked, fiddling with the ha'napples boy, the new uncle Penn was ready to go.
[D] Late in the evening, [A] bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and [B] hear it [A] sing.
Yeah.
Late [D] [A]
[D] in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing.
[Em]
[Bm] [A]
[D] [A] [B]
[E] [A]
[E]
[N]
Key:
A
D
E
B
F#m
A
D
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bill Monroe is who we kind of cite as being the father.
He was the Beethoven and Bach _ of this generation for _ Appalachian acoustic, in your face music with wonderful melodies.
I played on stage with Bill Monroe when I was six years old.
He invited me to come up and play.
_ I'd been playing for a year.
I didn't have my mandolin with me that night.
We went to see him. _
_ The neighbors in the hood started, you know, let little Ricky Skaggs get up and sing. _ _
_ They'd seen me at the post office or the bank building or the grocery store or wherever I could play or at church.
_ So after about 30 minutes of that, Mr.
Monroe finally gave in and said, okay, well where's he at?
They had no idea.
It was a small kid.
So I come walking up to the front of the stage and he just kind of reaches down and grabs me by the arm and sets me up on the stage and looks down and says, what do you play there, boy?
And I said, I play the mandolin.
And he had this size mandolin and took it off his shoulders and kind of wrapped the strap around this thing here and _ put it on me.
_ And _ it was like _ _ King Arthur giving _ _ Lancelot _ _ Excalibur.
This is a great Bill Monroe song about his fiddling uncle, [B] _ Uncle Penn.
Here we go, boys.
_ [F#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ All the people would come from far away to dance all night through the break of day when the call of the holler dozed off and the new uncle Penn was ready to _ go.
[D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing. _ _ _ _ _
Yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _ _
I looked in her note piece, I got a soldier's joy and a one called Boston boy, greatest of all, a genuine enemy, that's where [E] the fiddling [A] began.
_ [D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, [E] talk and [F#m] hear it sing.
_ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ All right [D] there, y'all.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'll never forget that morning when Uncle Penn was gone, waiting to be unmasked, fiddling with the ha'napples boy, the new uncle Penn was ready to go.
_ _ [D] Late in the evening, [A] bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and [B] hear it [A] sing.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah.
Late _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
[E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bill Monroe is who we kind of cite as being the father.
He was the Beethoven and Bach _ of this generation for _ Appalachian acoustic, in your face music with wonderful melodies.
I played on stage with Bill Monroe when I was six years old.
He invited me to come up and play.
_ I'd been playing for a year.
I didn't have my mandolin with me that night.
We went to see him. _
_ The neighbors in the hood started, you know, let little Ricky Skaggs get up and sing. _ _
_ They'd seen me at the post office or the bank building or the grocery store or wherever I could play or at church.
_ So after about 30 minutes of that, Mr.
Monroe finally gave in and said, okay, well where's he at?
They had no idea.
It was a small kid.
So I come walking up to the front of the stage and he just kind of reaches down and grabs me by the arm and sets me up on the stage and looks down and says, what do you play there, boy?
And I said, I play the mandolin.
And he had this size mandolin and took it off his shoulders and kind of wrapped the strap around this thing here and _ put it on me.
_ And _ it was like _ _ King Arthur giving _ _ Lancelot _ _ Excalibur.
This is a great Bill Monroe song about his fiddling uncle, [B] _ Uncle Penn.
Here we go, boys.
_ [F#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ All the people would come from far away to dance all night through the break of day when the call of the holler dozed off and the new uncle Penn was ready to _ go.
[D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing. _ _ _ _ _
Yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _ _
I looked in her note piece, I got a soldier's joy and a one called Boston boy, greatest of all, a genuine enemy, that's where [E] the fiddling [A] began.
_ [D] Late in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, [E] talk and [F#m] hear it sing.
_ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ All right [D] there, y'all.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'll never forget that morning when Uncle Penn was gone, waiting to be unmasked, fiddling with the ha'napples boy, the new uncle Penn was ready to go.
_ _ [D] Late in the evening, [A] bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and [B] hear it [A] sing.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah.
Late _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] in the [A] evening, bouncing down the hill and the butter pound, the fiddle lord howl would ring in your head, talk and hear it sing. _
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
[E] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
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