To dance all night till break of day
When the caller would holler 'Do Si Do'
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, he played an old tune they called the 'Soldier's Joy'
And he played the one they called the 'Boston Boy'
Greatest of all was 'Jennie Lynn'
To me that's where the fiddlin' begins
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And he knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Oh, the people would come from far away To dance all night till break of day When the caller would holler 'Do Si Do' They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go Late in the evenin' about sundown High on the hill an' above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Well, he played an old tune they called the 'Soldier's Joy' And he played the one they called the 'Boston Boy' Greatest of all was 'Jennie Lynn' To me that's where the fiddlin' begins Late in the evenin' about sundown High on the hill an' above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Pen was called away He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow And he knew it was time for him to go Late in the evenin' about sundown High on the hill an' above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Late in the evenin' about sundown High on the hill an' above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Explain Request ×
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