| I beg your pardon momma what did you say
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| My mind was drifting on a Martinque day
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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 Jamaica in the moonlight
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| Sandy beaches drinking rum every night
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| We’ve 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 talking momma I can 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 Jamaica in the moonlight…
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| Voila an American dream
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| We can travel girl without any means
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| When it’s as easy as closing your eyes
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| And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
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| Just keep on talking momma I like the sound
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| It goes so good with that rain pouring down
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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 Jamaica in the moonlight…
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| Voila an American dream… |