G
Oh, the people would come from far away
                          C
To dance all night to the break of day
G
When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do"
                        C           G G7
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

[Chorus]
C                     G
Late in the evening, about sundown
                       D
High on the hill, an' above the town
G
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
           G                      G
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!

[Verse]
G
Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy"
                                      C
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy"
G
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn"
                            C          G G7
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins

[Chorus]
C                     G
Late in the evening, about sundown
                       D
High on the hill, an' above the town
G
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
                    G               G
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!

[Verse]
G
I'll never forget that mournful day
                       C
When old Uncle Pen was called away
G
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
                            C        G G7
And he knew it was time for him to go

[Chorus]
C                     G
Late in the evening, about sundown
                        D
High on the hill, an' above the town
 G
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
                 G                    G
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!

[Chorus]
 C                    G
Late in the evening, about sundown
                       D
High on the hill, an' above the town
 G
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
                   G                   G
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!...