Letra de Uncle Pen

Oh 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 evening 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 And the greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where fiddlin' begin Late in the evening about sundown... I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know it was time for him to go Late in the evening about sundown...