Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 twenty-first of June And it's country music in the park And everybody's ruined [Instrumental Break] [Verse 1] It's fountains full of dogs and kids And it's streaky apple pie It's the ones who came to play And the ones just passin' by [Verse 2] It's coats of many colors And it almost makes me cry It's ice cream on a stick And it's somethin' you can't buy [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] It's a fiddler from Kentucky Who swears he's eighty three And he's fiddled every contest From here to Cripple Creek [Verse 4] It's old ones and it's young ones And it's plain they have agreed And it's country music in the park As far as they can see [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] 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 twenty-first of June And it's country music in the park And everybody's ruined