Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Oh, the people would come from miles away
And dance all night 'til the break of day
When the caller hollered "Do-se-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old tune called "Soldiers' Joy"
And he played it faster than Charlie McCoy
But the greatest of all was "Katy Hill"
And he's up in Heaven there playin' it still
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And I knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
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