Uncle Pen
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๐ Lyrics
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night 'til the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do
We 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 and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
And the one they called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lind
To me, that's where the fiddlin' began
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle, hang up his bow
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 and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night 'til the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do
We 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 and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
And the one they called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lind
To me, that's where the fiddlin' began
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle, hang up his bow
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 and oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.26] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[00:22.86] High on the hill and above the town
[00:24.81] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[00:27.24] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[00:34.62] Well, the people would come from far away
[00:37.27] They'd dance all night 'til the break of day
[00:39.21] When the caller hollered do-se-do
[00:41.75] We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
[00:46.18] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[00:48.53] High on the hill and above the town
[00:50.69] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[00:52.95] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[00:57.54]
[01:00.36] Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
[01:03.11] And the one they called Boston Boy
[01:05.38] The greatest of all was Jenny Lind
[01:07.78] To me, that's where the fiddlin' began
[01:11.89] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[01:14.21] High on the hill and above the town
[01:16.10] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[01:18.62] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[01:22.79]
[01:47.09] Well, I'll never forget that mournful day
[01:49.96] When Uncle Pen was called away
[01:52.12] Hang up his fiddle, hang up his bow
[01:54.53] Knew it was time for him to go
[01:58.55] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[02:01.00] High on the hill and above the town
[02:03.01] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[02:05.64] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[02:09.80]
[00:22.86] High on the hill and above the town
[00:24.81] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[00:27.24] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[00:34.62] Well, the people would come from far away
[00:37.27] They'd dance all night 'til the break of day
[00:39.21] When the caller hollered do-se-do
[00:41.75] We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
[00:46.18] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[00:48.53] High on the hill and above the town
[00:50.69] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[00:52.95] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[00:57.54]
[01:00.36] Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
[01:03.11] And the one they called Boston Boy
[01:05.38] The greatest of all was Jenny Lind
[01:07.78] To me, that's where the fiddlin' began
[01:11.89] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[01:14.21] High on the hill and above the town
[01:16.10] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[01:18.62] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[01:22.79]
[01:47.09] Well, I'll never forget that mournful day
[01:49.96] When Uncle Pen was called away
[01:52.12] Hang up his fiddle, hang up his bow
[01:54.53] Knew it was time for him to go
[01:58.55] Late in the evenin' about sundown
[02:01.00] High on the hill and above the town
[02:03.01] Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
[02:05.64] You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
[02:09.80]