Oh, the people would come from miles away They'd dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do" They knew it was time for Uncle Pen to go Late in the evening about sundown High on the hills and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord, he had it ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy" And the one called "The Boston Boy" But the greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn" To me that is where the fiddle begins Late in the evening about sundown High on the hills and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord, he had it ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Pen was called away He hung up his fiddle, he hung up his bow He knew it was time for him to go Late in the evening about sundown High on the hills and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord, he had it ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Late in the evening about sundown High on the hills and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord, he had it ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing