A Nickel for the Fiddler

[Verse 1]
Well, it's a nickel for the fiddler, it's a nickel for his tune
It's a nickel for the tambourine 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

[Verse 2]
Well, it's fountains full of dogs and kids and it's freaky apple pie
And it's the ones that's come to play and it's ones just passing by
And it's coats of many colors and it almost makes me cry
Lord, it's ice cream on a stick and it's something you can't buy

[Verse 3]
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 have agreed
That it's country music in the park as far as they can see

[Verse 1]
Well, it's a nickel for the fiddler, it's a nickel for his tune
It's a nickel for the tambourine 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