Buck Owens - Uncle Pen Lyrics
Late in the evenin' about sundownHigh on the hill and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.Well, the people would come from far awayThey'd dance all night till the break of dayWhen the caller hollered do-se-doWe knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.Late in the evenin' about sundownHigh on the hill and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's JoyAnd the one they called Boston BoyThe greatest of all was Jenny LindTo me, that's where the fiddlin' began.Late in the evenin' about sundownHigh on the hill and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.--- Instrumental ---Well, I'll never forget that mournful dayWhen Uncle Pen was called awayHang up his fiddle, hang up his bowKnew it was time for him to go.Late in the evenin' about sundownHigh on the hill and above the townUncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ringYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing...
