Uncle Pen Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

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 above the town 

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring 

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing 

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 fiddlin' begin 

Late in the evening about sundown... 

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...