Текст песни: Guy Clark. A Nickel 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 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 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 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

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