Uncle Pen

People they come from miles away

It takes all night to the break of day

Fiddler, holler, do-si-do

Knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening and the bison down

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it rang

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Well, they played an old piece called "Soldier's Joy"

Then they played one called "The Post and Boy"

They played "Mr. Ball" with Jenny Lind

To me, that's where the fiddle began

Late in the evening and the bison down

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it rang

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Well, I'll never forget that mournful day

When Uncle Pen was called away

Hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow

Knew that it was time to go

Late in the evening and the bison down

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it rang

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing