Uncle Pen


Oh, the people would come from miles away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered, Do-se-do
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

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Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle
Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you can hear it sing

He played an old piece called soldier's joy
And in the morning told the Folsom boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn
To me that's when the fiddlin' began

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I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go

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