| Song | Uncle Pen (Live) |
| Artist | Bill Monroe |
| Album | Bill Monroe Live from Mountain Stage: Bill Monroe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : William Monroe | |
| 作曲 : William Monroe | |
| 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" | |
| You knew Uncle | |
| Pen was ready to go | |
| Late in the evening about sundown | |
| High on the hill and above the town | |
| Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring | |
| You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing | |
| He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy" | |
| And the one called "The Boston Boy" | |
| The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn" | |
| To me that's where the fiddle begins | |
| I'll never forget that mournful day | |
| When Uncle | |
| Pen was called away | |
| They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow | |
| They knew it was time for him to go |
| zuo ci : William Monroe | |
| zuo qu : William Monroe | |
| Oh the people would come from far away | |
| They' d dance all night till the break of day | |
| When the caller hollered " dosedo" | |
| You knew Uncle | |
| Pen was ready to go | |
| Late in the evening about sundown | |
| High on the hill and above the town | |
| Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring | |
| You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing | |
| He played an old piece he called " Soldier' s Joy" | |
| And the one called " The Boston Boy" | |
| The greatest of all was " Jenny Lynn" | |
| To me that' s where the fiddle begins | |
| I' ll never forget that mournful day | |
| When Uncle | |
| Pen was called away | |
| They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow | |
| They knew it was time for him to go |
| zuò cí : William Monroe | |
| zuò qǔ : William Monroe | |
| Oh the people would come from far away | |
| They' d dance all night till the break of day | |
| When the caller hollered " dosedo" | |
| You knew Uncle | |
| Pen was ready to go | |
| Late in the evening about sundown | |
| High on the hill and above the town | |
| Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring | |
| You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing | |
| He played an old piece he called " Soldier' s Joy" | |
| And the one called " The Boston Boy" | |
| The greatest of all was " Jenny Lynn" | |
| To me that' s where the fiddle begins | |
| I' ll never forget that mournful day | |
| When Uncle | |
| Pen was called away | |
| They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow | |
| They knew it was time for him to go |