Uncle Pen from Word. by The Acoustic Burgoo

Well the people would come from far away
Dance all night till the break of day
The caller'd holler doo si doo
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evenin, about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle lordy how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

He played an old tune called soldier's joy
And one he called the Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn
To me that's where the fiddlin'd begin

Late in the evenin, about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle lordy how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

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

Late in the evenin, about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle lordy how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.

• Country
• acoustic burgoo
• americana
• bill monroe
• bluegrass
• blues
• primordial
• soulgrass
• traditional country
• uncle pen
• Round Hill