G
Oh the people would come from far away
D G
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-si-do
D G G7
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
CHORUS
C G
Late in the evenin' about sundown
D G
High on the hill and above the town
Well Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord how it rang
D G
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
He played an old piece he called Soldier's Joy
And the one he called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn
To me that's where fiddlin' began
CHORUS
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
H hung up his fiddle he hung up his bow
He knew it was time for him to go
CHORUS