Old & In The Way - Uncle Pen lyrics

Oh, the people would come from faraway They'd dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do" He 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, oh, how it would ring You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing He played an old tune he called, "Soldier's joy" And the one he wrote called, "The Boston boy" But the greatest of all was, "Jenny Lynn" To me that's where the fiddle begins Late in the evenin' about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing But I'll never forget that mournful day When uncle Pen was called away They hung up his fiddle and they hung up his bow 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, oh, how it would ring You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing Late in the evenin' about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing