Uncle Pen

Oh, the people would come from far away

To dance all night to the break of day

When the caller would holler do-si-do

They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang

You could hear it talk, you'd hear it sing

Well, he played an old piece they called Soldier's Joy

And one called Boston Boy

Greatest of all was Jenny Lynn

To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins

Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day

When Uncle Pen was called away

They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow

They knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing