Uncle Pen-Porter Wagoner

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[00:00.00]Uncle Pen - Porter Wagoner
[00:00.65]Late in the evening about sundown
[00:02.40]High on the hill and above the town
[00:04.41]Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord how it would ring
[00:06.44]You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[00:09.86]Oh the people would come from far away
[00:11.94]They'd dance all night till the break of day
[00:13.78]When the caller hollered do-si-do
[00:16.06]You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
[00:19.65]Late in the evening about sundown
[00:21.49]High on the hill and above the town
[00:23.41]Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord how it would ring
[00:25.29]You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[00:45.89]He played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
[00:48.25]And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
[00:49.92]The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
[00:52.12]To me that's where the fiddle begins
[00:55.57]Late in the evening about sundown
[00:57.20]High on the hill and above the town
[00:58.98]Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord how it would ring
[01:00.89]You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[01:21.74]Well a lot of pain was a final man
[01:23.73]They won't to face was a final pain
[01:25.81]They call me hear was a reggan way
[01:27.64]That is the way they given it to you
[01:31.39]Late in the evening about sundown
[01:33.18]High on the hill and above the town
[01:34.93]Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord how it would ring
[01:37.05]You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
[01:57.01]I'll never forget that mournful day
[01:59.08]When Uncle Pen was called away
[02:01.12]They hung up his fiddle they hung up his bow
[02:03.12]They knew it was time for him to go
[02:06.68]Late in the evening about sundown
[02:08.50]High on the hill and above the town
[02:10.30]Uncle Pen played the fiddle Lord how it would ring
[02:12.12]You could hear it talk you could hear it sing