Uncle Pen Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Oh the people would come from far away 

And they'd dance all night till 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 could hear it talk, you could 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 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 would ring 

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 would ring 

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing