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| 2:41 | ||||
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| 2:23 | ||||
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", They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy", And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy". Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn", To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen 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 old Uncle Pen was called away, He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow, And he knew it was time for him to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen 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, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing |
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| 2:30 | ||||
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| 2:52 | ||||
1.What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded On the pages of God's Holy Word. 2. All the other birds are flocking 'round her And she is despised by the squad But the great speckled bird in the Bible Is one with the great church of God. 3. All the other churches are against her They envy her glory and fame They hate her because she is chosen And has not denied Jesus' name. 4. Desiring to lower her standard They watch every move that she makes They long to find fault with her teachings But really they find no mistake. 5. She is spreading her wings for a journey She's going to leave by and by When the trumpet shall sound in the morning She'll rise and go up in the sky. 6. In the presence of all her despisers With a song never uttered before She will rise and be gone in a moment Till the great tribulation is o'er. 7. I am glad I have learned of her meekness I am proud that my name is on her book For I want to be one never fearing The face of my Savior to look. 8. When He cometh descending from heaven On the cloud that He writes in His Word I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him On the wings of that great speckled bird. |
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| 3:45 | ||||
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| 2:51 | ||||
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| 3:51 | ||||
Written by Bill Monroe
Oh my brother, can't you hear me say Oh my brother, you'd better get down on your knees and pray Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down on your knees and pray Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down on your knees and pray Oh sister, can't you hear me say Oh sister, you'd better get down on your knees and pray Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down on your knees and pray Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down on your knees and pray Oh preacher, can't you hear me say Oh preacher, you'd better get down on your knees and pray Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down on your knees and pray Get down, get down, get down, get down Get down on your knees and Get down on your knees and Get down on your knees and pray Get down on your knees and pray Get down on your knees and pray |