Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the town
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
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You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
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Well the people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
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When the caller hollered do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
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Late in the evenin'...
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Well he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
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The greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where the fiddlin' began
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Late in the evenin'...
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[ fiddle ]
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Well I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
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Hang up his fiddle hang up his bow knew it was time for him to go
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Late in the evenin'...
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Uncle Pen
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| Buck Owens |
