| An American Dream |
| The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |