Oh, the people would come from far away To dance all night to the break of day When the caller would holler, Do-si-do The new Uncle Ben was ready to go Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Ben played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Bailey played an old tune called Soldier's Joy And played it one time for Boston boy The prettiest of all was Ginny Lynn To me, that's where the fiddlin' began Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Ben played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Ben was called away He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow And they knew it was time for him to go Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Ben played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Ben played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing Uncle Ben played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing