Текст песни Buck Owens - Uncle Pen, слова песни Buck Owens

Текст песни Buck Owens - Uncle Pen

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

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Uncle Pen

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