Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and up above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing

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...

[ fiddle - banjo ]
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 the fiddles began

Late in the evening about sundown...

[ fiddle - dobro ]
Well 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...