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[Verse 1]
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Oh, the people would come from far away,
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they danced all night till the break of day.
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When the caller hollered "do-si-do",
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you knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
[Chorus]
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Late in the evening about sundown,
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high on a hill, above the town.
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring.
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.
[Verse 2]
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He played an old piece he called "Soldier Joy"
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And a new menuet called "Folsom Boy".
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The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn",
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to me that's where fiddlin' begins.
[Chorus]
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Late in the evening about sundown,
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high on a hill, above the town.
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring.
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.
[Verse 3]
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I'll never forget that mournful day,
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when Uncle Pen was called away.
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They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow,
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they knew it was time for him to go.
[Chorus]
D E
Late in the evening about sundown,
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high on a hill, above the town.
E7 E
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring.
E7 A D A7
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.
[Outro]
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Late in the evening about sundown,
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high on a hill, above the town.
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would ring.
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.
