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      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      He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'   And the one called 'The Boston Boy'   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      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      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