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
