A Nickel For The Fiddler Lyrics

	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
	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
	It's coats of many colours
	And it almost makes me cry
	It's ice cream on a stick
	And it's somethin' you can’t buy
	It's a fiddler from Kentucky
	Who swears he's eighty three
	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
	And 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.
	And it's a high holiday on the twenty-first of June
	And it's country music in the park and everybody's ruined

	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 twentyfirst 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 streaky apple pie.
	It' s the ones who came to play
	And 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 somethin' you can' t buy
	It' s a fiddler from Kentucky
	Who swears he' s eighty three
	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
	And 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.
	And it' s a high holiday on the twentyfirst of June
	And it' s country music in the park and everybody' s ruined

	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 twentyfirst 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 streaky apple pie.
	It' s the ones who came to play
	And 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 somethin' you can' t buy
	It' s a fiddler from Kentucky
	Who swears he' s eighty three
	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
	And 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.
	And it' s a high holiday on the twentyfirst of June
	And it' s country music in the park and everybody' s ruined

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