Uncle Pen (Bill Monroe) Oh, the people would come far away They'd dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered, Do-si-do They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. Late in the evening about sundown High on a hill above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord, how it would ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing. He played a little tune called Soldier's Joy And the one called Boston Boy The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn To me that's where fiddlin' began. I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Pen was called away They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow They knew it was time for him to go. Copyright Bill Monroe GG oct97
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