Uncle Pen - Maddox Brothers & Rose, Rose, The Maddox Brothers

Oh, the people would come from far and away

They’d dance all night 'till the break of day

When the caller would holler «Do-si-do,»

You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening about sun down

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it’d ring

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Oh, he played an old piece he called Soldier’s Joy

And he had one he called Boston Boy

The greatest of all was Ginny Lyn

To me that’s where the fiddlin begin

Oh, I’ll never forget that mournful day

When Uncle Pen was called away

They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow

You knew it was time for him to go