Guy Clark - A Nickel for the Fiddler lyrics

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 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 the ones just pa**in' 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 somethin' you can't 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 have agreed That it's country music in the park as far as they can see 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