Uncle Pen
Oh, the people would come far away They'd dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered, Dosedo He'd knew Uncle Pen was redy to go Late in the evening about sundown High on the hiss above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle Oh, how it would ring You can hear it take, you can hear it sing He played an old piece called soldier's joy And in the morning told the folsome boy The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn To me that's worse when women begin * Refrain I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Pen was called away They hung up his fiddle, hung up his bow They knew it was time for him to go * Refrain