A Nickel For The Fiddler - Rita Coolidge

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