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Well, the people would come from far away 
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Dance all night to the break of day 
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Caller he'd holler out \"Do Si Do\" 
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You knew Uncle Pen was rarin' 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 rang 
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing  
 
 
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Instrumental break 
 
\"Look out boys\" 
 
Well, he played an old tune they called the \"Soldier's Joy\" 
And I learned one called the \"Boston Boy\" 
Greatest of all was the \"Jennie Lynn\" 
And to me that's where the fiddlin' begins 
 
Chorus 
 
\"Aw, jump in there, Rick\" 
 
Instrumental break 
 
Well, 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 
He knew it was time for him to go 
 
Chorus 
  
Instrumental break. 
 
Chorus