Uncle Pen

Oh, the people would come from far away They danced all night 'til the break of day When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do" You 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 would ring You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing He played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy' And the one called 'The Boston Boy' The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn' To me that's where the fiddle begins Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing Oh 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 would ring You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing Uncle Pen Thank you, thank you, thank you Thank you