文本歌词

Uncle Pen - Bill Monroe/Keith Whittley/Ricky Skaggs
Written by：Monroe
Oh the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered
Do se do
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring
You could hear it talk
You could hear it sing
He played an old piece he called
Soldier's Joy
And the one called
The Boston Boy
The greatest of all was
Jenny Lynn
To me that's where the fiddle begins
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring
You could hear it talk
You could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle
They hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring
You could hear it talk
You could hear it sing