A Nickle For The Fiddler

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
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 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 the ones just passin' 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
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 Well, it's a fiddler from Kentucky who swears he's eighty-three
 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
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 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