A Nickel For The Fiddler

Well, it’s a nickel for the fiddler
It’s a nickel for his tune
It’s a nickel for the tambourine
And kind of afternoon
And it’s a high holiday
On the 21st of June
And it’s country music in the park
And everybody’s ruined
Well, it’s fountains full of dogs and kids
And it’s freaky apple pie
And it’s the ones who came to play
And it’s ones just passing by
And it’s coats of many colours
And it almost makes me cry
Lord it’s ice cream on a stick
And it’s something you can buy
Well, it’s a fiddler from Kentucky
Who swears he’s 83
And he’s fiddled every contest
From here to Cripple Creek
And it’s old ones and it’s young ones
And it’s plain they half agreed
That it’s country music in the park
As far as they can see