UNCLE PEN
Oh, the people would come far away
They'd dance all night 'till the break of day
When the caller hollered, Dosedo
He'd knew Uncle Pen was redy to go
* Refrain:
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle
Oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
He played an old piece called soldier's joy
And in the morning told the folsome boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn
To me that's worse when women begin
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go
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