uncle pen

late in the evenin' about 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. well

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 evenin' about 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. well

he played an old tune called soldier's joy

and the one they called boston boy

the greatest of all was jenny lind

to me

that's where the fiddlin' began. late in the evenin' about 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. well

i'll never forget that mournful day

when uncle pen was called away

hang up his fiddle

hang up his bow

knew it was time for him to go. late in the evenin' about 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.