Late in the evenin' about sundown    High on the hill and above the town   Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring   You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.      Well, the people would come from far away    They'd dance all night till the break of day   When the caller hollered do-se-do    We 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 and oh, how it would ring   You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.      Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy    And the one they called Boston Boy   The greatest of all was Jenny Lind    To me, that's where the fiddlin' began.      Late in the evenin' about sundown    High on the hill and above the town   Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring   You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, I'll never forget that mournful day    When Uncle Pen was called away   Hang up his fiddle, hang up his bow    Knew it was time for him to go.      Late in the evenin' about sundown    High on the hill and above the town   Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring   You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing...