Uncle Pen

The people would come from far away

They'd dance all night till the break of day

When they'd call and holler do se do

You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown

High on the hill and above the tour

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could 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 Ginny Lynn

To me that's where fiddlin' begin

Late in the evenin' about sundown

High on the hill and above the tour

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could 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 hang up his fiddle they hang up

His bow they know it was time for him to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown

High on the hill and above the tour

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing