The people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day

When they'd call and holler do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the tour

Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing

[ fiddle - banjo ]

He played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy

And the greatest of all was Ginny Lynn to me that's where fiddlin' begin

Late in the evenin'...

[ fiddle - banjo ]

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 evenin'...