| I beg your pardon momma
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| What did you say?
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| My mind was drifted off on Martinique Bay
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| It’s not that I’m not interested you see
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| Augusta Georgia is just no place to be
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| I think Jamaican in the moonlight
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| Sandy beaches drinkin' rum every night
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| We got no money momma but we can go
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| We’ll split the difference go to Coconut Grove
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| Keep on talkin' momma I can’t hear
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| Your voice it tickles down inside of my ear
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| I feel a tropical vacation this year
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| Might be the answer to this hillbilly beer
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| I think Jamaican in the moonlight
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| Sandy beaches drinkin' rum every night
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| We got no money momma but we can go
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| We’ll split the difference go to Coconut Grove
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| Voila! |
| An American Dream
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| Well we can travel girl without any means
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| When it’s as easy as closin' your eyes
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| And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
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| Just keep talkin' momma I like that sound
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| It goes so easy with that rain fallin' down
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| I think a tropical vacation this year
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| Might be the answer to this hillbilly beer, and
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| Voila! |
| An American Dream
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| Yeah we can travel girl without any means
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| When it’s as easy as closin' your eyes
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| And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
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| Just think Jamaican in the moonlight
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| Sandy beaches drinkin' rum every night
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| We got no money momma but we can go
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| Split the difference go to Coconut Grove |