Uncle Pen - eric weissberg and deliverance

Oh the people would come from far away

They'd dance all night till the break of day

When the caller hollered do se do

You knew uncle Pen was ready to go

Latethe in the evening about sundown

High on 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 an old piece he called soldier's joy

And the played one called the boston boy

What the greatest of all was Jenny Lynn

To me that's where the fiddle begins

Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill above the town

Uncle Pen

Played the fiddle Lord how it would ring

You could hear it talk

You could hear it sing

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

Wating in the evening about sundown

High on the hill above the town

Uncle Pen

Played the fiddle Lord how it would ring

You could hear it talk

You could hear it sing

Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill above the town

Uncle pen

Played the fiddle Lord how it would ring

You could hear it talk

You could hear it sing