Uncle Pen Lyrics

Oh, the people would come from far away
To dance all night till break of day
When the caller would holler 'Do Si Do'
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Well, he played an old tune they called the 'Soldier's Joy'
And he played the one they called the 'Boston Boy'
Greatest of all was 'Jennie Lynn'
To me that's where the fiddlin' begins

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the townVarious Artists - Uncle Pen - http://motolyrics.com/various-artists/uncle-pen-lyrics.html
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
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And he knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' 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 evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing