Uncle Pen [Live]

He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'

The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
I'll never forget that mournful day
They knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown
Late in the evening about sundown
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
High on the hill above the town

Late in the evening about sundown
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
When the caller hollered do-se-do
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
High on the hill above the town
When Uncle Pen was called away
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring

To me that's where the fiddle begins

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
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
High on the hill above the town