Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
Uncle Pen
Oh the people would come from far awayThey'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 and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it singHe 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 beginsI'll never forget that mournful dayWhen Uncle Pen was called awayThey hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bowThey knew it was time for him to go
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