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Uncle Pen
(Bill Monroe)
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.
Oh the people would come from far away
They'd 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 about sundown
High on the hill and up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.
--- Instrumental ---
Well, 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 fiddles began.
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.
--- Instrumental ---
Well, 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 evening about sundown
High on the hill and up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing...
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You could hear it talk you could hear it sing...
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
High on the hill and up above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
They know it was time for him to go.
They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow
When Uncle Pen was called away
Well, I'll never forget that mournful day
--- Instrumental ---
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
High on the hill and up above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
To me that's where the fiddles began.
And the greatest of all was Jenny Lind
And the one they called Boston Boy
Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
--- Instrumental ---
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
High on the hill and up above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
When the caller hollered do-se-do
They'd dance all night till the break of day
Oh the people would come from far away
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
High on the hill and up above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
(Bill Monroe)
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