UNCLE PEN
written by Bill Monroe


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Oh, the people would come far away
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They danced all night till the break of day
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When the caller hollered do-se-do
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You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go


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Late in the evening about sundown
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High on the hill and 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


He played an old tune he called Soldier's Joy
And the one he wrote called The Boston Boy
But the greatest of all was Jenny Lynn
To me that's where the fiddle begin

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But I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle and they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go

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