A Nickel For The Fiddler
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 freaky apple pie
It's the ones’ that’s 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
Un centavo para el violinista
Es un centavo para el violinista
Es un centavo por su melodía
Es un centavo por la tarde de pandereta
Y es un día festivo el veintiuno de junio
Y es música country en el parque y todos están arruinados
Son fuentes llenas de perros y niños
Y es un extraño pastel de manzana
Son aquellos que vinieron a tocar
Y los que solo pasan de largo
Son abrigos de muchos colores
Y casi me hace llorar
Es helado en un palito
Y es algo que no puedes comprar
Es un violinista de Kentucky
Que jura tener ochenta y tres años
Y ha tocado en cada concurso
Desde aquí hasta Cripple Creek
Son los viejos y los jóvenes
Y es evidente que están de acuerdo
Y es música country en el parque
Hasta donde alcanzan a ver
Es un centavo para el violinista
Es un centavo por su melodía
Es un centavo por la tarde de pandereta
Y es un día festivo el veintiuno de junio
Y es música country en el parque y todos están arruinados