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