Uncle Pen Lyrics - Roy Acuff

Oh, the people would come from far away 

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 'bout 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 

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 fiddlin' began 

Late in the evening 'bout 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 

I'll never forget that mournful day 

When Uncle Pen was called away 

Hang up his fiddle, they hang up his bow 

They know it was time for him to go 

Late in the evening 'bout 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