Uncle Penn Lyrics by Black Hills Countr
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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
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
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