Sleeping Monkey

Sleeping Monkey


Oh, the people would come from far and away
They'd dance all night 'till the break of day
When the caller would holler "Do-si-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening about sun down
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord a how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Oh, he played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
And he had one he called 'Boston Boy'
The greatest of all was 'Ginny Lyn'
To me that's where the fiddlin' begin

Oh, I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
You knew it was time for him to go


Written by MONROE, BILL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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