Uncle Pen

(Bill Monroe)



Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and up above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.



Oh the people would come from far away

They'd dance all night till the break of day

When the caller hollered do-se-do

We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.



Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and up above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.



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Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy

And the one they called Boston Boy

And the greatest of all was Jenny Lind

To me that's where the fiddles began.



Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and up above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.



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Well, I'll never forget that mournful day

When Uncle Pen was called away

They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow

They know it was time for him to go.



Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and up above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing...