PhishUncle Pen

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 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, 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 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
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