Rose Maddox
Uncle Pen
The people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of dayWhen they'd call and holler do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to goLate in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the tourUncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could ringYou could hear it talk you could hear it singHe played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston BoyAnd the greatest of all was Ginny Lynn to me that's where fiddlin' beginLate in the evenin'...I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called awayThey hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know it was time for him to goLate in the evenin'...
From Letras Mania