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
[ fiddle ]
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...
[ banjo - guitar ]
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...
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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
[ fiddle ]
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...
[ banjo - guitar ]
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...
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
[ fiddle ]
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...
[ banjo - guitar ]
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...
Writer: BILL MONROE
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management