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Monroe |
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Well, the people will come from far away |
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They dance all night til the break of day |
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The caller hollered the do-si-do |
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You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. |
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Late in the evening at about sundown |
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High on the hill up and above the town |
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring |
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You hear it talk, you hear it sing. |
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Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy" |
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And the one that they called the "Boston Boy" |
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The greatest of all was the "Jenny Lynn" |
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To me, that's where good fiddlin' begins. |
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Late in the evening at about sundown |
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High on the hill up and above the town |
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring |
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You hear it talk, you hear it sing. |