Black Hills Country Band - Uncle Penn lyrics

rate me

To dance all night the break of dayWith a caller and

a holler do-si-doWe knew uncle Pen was ready to goEarly

in the evening about sundownHigh on the hill and above

the townUncle Pen played the fiddle,

Lord how it ringYou could hear it talk,

you could hear it singWell he played another tune called

soldier's joyAnd played the one called the Boston BoyFirst

of all was Jenny LynnFor me that's where the fiddle

beginsI'll never forget that mournful dayWhen uncle

pen was called awayHe hung his fiddle and hang up his

bowHe knew it was time for him to go