Voila, an American Dream - Rodney Crowell

I beg your pardon momma what did you say

My mind was drifting on a Martinque day

It’s not that I’m not interested you see

Augusta Georgia is just no place to be

I think Jamaica in the moonlight

Sandy beaches drinking rum every night

We’ve got no money momma but we can go

We’ll split the difference go to Coconut grove

Keep on talking momma 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 beer

I think Jamaica in the moonlight…

Voila an American dream

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 on talking momma I like the sound

It goes so good with that rain pouring down

I feel a tropical vacation this year

Might be the answer to this Hillbilly beer

I think Jamaica in the moonlight…

Voila an American dream…