(Bill Monroe)

The people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When they'd call and holler do-se-do
We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the tour
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it could ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.

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He played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
And the one they called Boston Boy
And the greatest of all was Ginny Lynn
To me that's where fiddlin' begin.

Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the tour
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it could ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.

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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 evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the tour
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it could ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing...