Monroe
Well, the people will come from far away
They dance all night til the break of day
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 and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring
You hear it talk, you hear it sing.
Well, he played an old 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 and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring
You hear it talk, you hear it sing.