An American Dream |
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |
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I beg your pardon, mama, what did you say? |
My mind was drifting off on Martinique Bay. |
It's not that I'm not interested, you see; |
a gusty Georgia is just no place to be. |
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I think Jamaican in the moonlight. |
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night. |
We got no money, mama, but we can go; |
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove. |
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Keep on talking, mama, I can hear |
Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear. |
I feel a tropical vacation this year, |
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear. |
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I think Jamaican in the moonlight. |
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night. |
We got no money, mama, but we can go; |
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove. |
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Voila! An American Dream. |
Well, we can travel girl, without any means. |
When it's as easy as closing your eyes |
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign. |
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Just keep talking, mama, I like that sound. |
It goes so easy with that rain falling down. |
I think a tropical vacation this year, |
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear. |
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Voila! An American Dream. |
Yeah, we can travel, girl, without any means. |
When it's as easy as closing your eyes |
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign. |
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Just think Jamaican in the moonlight. |
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night. |
We got no money, mama, but we can go; |
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove. |