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Uncle Pen

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

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