Late in the evening at about sundown
High on the hill up 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 come from far away
Dance all night til the break of day
When the caller hollered the do-si-do
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening at about sundown
High on the hill up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddlе, Lordy how it would ring
You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing

He playеd a tune they called the "Soldier's Joy"
And the one that they called the "Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was the "Jenny Lynn"
To me, that’s where good fiddlin' begins

Late in the evening at about sundown
High on the hill up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring
You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
He knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening at about sundown
High on the hill up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring
You could hear it talk and you could hear it sing