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