When Uncle Pen was called away
Late in the evening about sundown
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
To me that's where the fiddle begins
Late in the evening about sundown
And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
High on the hill above the town
I'll never forget that mournful day
High on the hill above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
When the caller hollered do-se-do
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
