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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeff Hanna
Jeff Hanna
Lead Vocals
Jimmie Fadden
Jimmie Fadden
Harmonica
Linda Ronstadt
Linda Ronstadt
Harmony Vocals
Richard Hathaway
Richard Hathaway
Bass
Tony Haselden
Tony Haselden
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Hanna
Jeff Hanna
Producer
Bob Edwards
Bob Edwards
Engineer

Lyrics

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 Augusta, 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
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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