The people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
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When they'd call and holler do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
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Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the tour
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could ring
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You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
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[ fiddle - banjo ]
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He played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
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And the greatest of all was Ginny Lynn to me that's where fiddlin' begin
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Late in the evenin'...
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[ fiddle - banjo ]
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I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
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They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know 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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| Rose Maddox |
