A Nickel for the Fiddler

It's a nickel for the fiddler

It's a nickel for his tune

It's a nickel for the tambourine

Kind of afternoon

It's a high holiday on the 21st of June

And it's country music in the park

And everybody's ruined

It's fountains full of dogs and kids

And it's freaky apple pie

It's the ones just come to play

And it's the ones just passin' by

It's coats of many colours

And it almost makes me cry

It's ice cream on a stick

And it's something you can't buy

It's a fiddler from Kentucky

Who swears he's 83

And he's fiddled every contest

From here to Cripple Creek

It's old ones and it's young ones

And it's plain they have agreed

That it's country music in the park

As far as they can see

It's a nickel for the fiddler

It's a nickel for his tune

It's a nickel for the tambourine

Kind of afternoon

It's a high holiday on the 21st of June

And it's country music in the park

And everybody's ruined