• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Uncle Pen - Hank Williams, Jr.
• Uncle Pen - Porter Wagoner
• Uncle Pen - Buck Owens
• Uncle Pen - Phish
• Uncle Pen - Bill Monroe
• Uncle Benny - Roger Whittaker
• Jungle Bunny - Residents
• Uncle Pen - Ricky Skaggs
• Uncle Pen - Roy Acuff
• Uncle Pen - Rose Maddox
• Uncle Pen - Leon Russell
• Uncle Penn - Black Hills Country Band
• Uncle Pen - Old & In The Way
• Uncle Pen - Manassas

Oh, the people would come from far away,
To dance all night to the break of day.
When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do",
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Instrumental break.
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy",
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy".
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Instrumental break.
I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away,
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow,
And he knew it was time for him to go.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Instrumental break.
Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,

Oh the people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening about sundown high on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[ fiddle ]
Well he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
And the greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where fiddlin' begin
Late in the evening about sundown...
[ fiddle ]
I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown...

Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
Well the people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin'...
Well he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where the fiddlin' began
Late in the evenin'...
[ fiddle ]
Well I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle hang up his bow knew it was time for him to go

Oh, the people would come from faraway
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
He knew uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can 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 begins
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
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
I knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring

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

Uncle Benny
never had a penny,
only had his old banjo.
Never had a job,
never earned a bob,
always free to come and go.
He played the banjo gaily, boys,
for anyone he'd meet.
Benny was a fellow who could
sweep girls off their feet.
He'd set their toes a-tapping with his songs,
making friends who'd join him as he slowly strolled along.
There was Michael Flynn played violin
while Clancy played the flute,
and Tommy McManis gave the old cornet a toot.
Uncle Benny
never had a penny,
only had his old banjo.
Fat around the middle,
always on the fiddle,
no one ever seemed to know.
In the clubs and the pubs around the town,
up and down the street,
Benny was a fellow who could
sweep girls off their feet.
He'd set their toes a-tapping with his songs,
making friends who'd join him as he slowly strolled along.
There was Jack McBass who played the bass
while Danny played the drum,
and everyone watching would clap their hands and hum.
Uncle Benny
never had a penny,
only had his old banjo.
Singing at the fair,
silver in his hair,
Uncle Benny had to go.
He failed it on a high note
in his final show,
and I never knew what happened to

Once there was a little man
And they called him Shoe Shine Stan
Everyday the man would sweep
Clutter from the busy street
Seldom did he say a word
At least that anybody heard
Well, there was something in his face
That could never be erased
Could it be true? I understand
The meaning of that shoe shine man
Could it be true? I understand
The meaning of that shoe shine man
And like a little paper pup
He looked up from the broken cup
He drank his morning coffee in
And wiped the dribbles from his chin
Then I felt his eyes meet mine
And he made a little whine
He came within an inch or two
And then he whispered, "I hate you"
Could it be true? I understand
The meaning of that shoe shine man
Once I had some pets
And I let them starve to death
It was a silly little monkey
And a big white easter bunny
They lived in little cages
And sometimes in rages
I would turn them upside down

Oh, the people would come from far away
To dance all night to the break of day
When the caller would holler, "Do Si Do"
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy"
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy"
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn"
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins
Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And he knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang

Oh, the people would come from far away
Dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do
We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening 'bout sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and, oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old tune called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one they called 'Boston Boy'
And the greatest of all was 'Jenny Lind'
To me that's where the fiddlin' began
Late in the evening 'bout sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and, oh, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle, they hang up his bow
They know it was time for him to go
Late in the evening 'bout sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and, oh, how it would ring

The people would come from far away they'd dance all night till the break of day
When they'd call and holler do-se-do we knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown high on the hill and above the tour
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it could ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[ fiddle - banjo ]
He played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
And the greatest of all was Ginny Lynn to me that's where fiddlin' begin
Late in the evenin'...
[ fiddle - banjo ]
I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin'...

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

To dance all night the break of day
With a caller and a holler do-si-do
We knew uncle Pen was ready to go
Early in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Well he played another tune called soldier's joy
And played the one called the Boston Boy
First of all was Jenny Lynn
For me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When uncle pen was called away
He hung his fiddle and hang up his bow

Oh, the people would come from faraway
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
He knew uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can 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 begins
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
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
I knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring

Monroe
Well, the people will come from far away
They dance all night til the break of day
The caller hollered the do-si-do
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
Late in the evening at about sundown
High on the hill up and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring
You hear it talk, you hear it sing.
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy"
And the one that they called the "Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was the "Jenny Lynn"
To me, that's where good fiddlin' begins.
Late in the evening at about sundown
High on the hill up and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring