Lyrics Uncle Pen - Bill Monroe

Oh, the people would come from far away
They danced all night 'til 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'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing

He played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one he 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'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing

Oh 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'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing

Uncle Pen
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you