Nhạc sĩ: Rodney Crowell
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I beg your pardon, Mama, what did you say?My mind was driftin' off on Martinique Bay It's not that I'm not interested, you seeAugusta, Georgia is just no place to beI think Jamaican in the moonlight Sandy beaches, drinkin' rum every nightWe got no money, Mama, but we can go We'll split the difference, go to Coconut GroveKeep on talkin', Mama, I can't hear Your voice, it tickles down inside of my earI feel a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to this hillbilly beardI think Jamaican in the moonlight Sandy beaches, drinkin' rum every nightWe got no money, Mama, but we can go We'll split the difference, go to Coconut GroveVoila, an American dream Well, we can travel, girl, without any meansWhen it's as easy as closin' your eyes And Dream Jamaica is their big neon signJust keep talkin', Mama, I like that sound It goes so easy with that rain fallin' downI think a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to this hillbilly beardVoila, an American dream Yeah, we can travel, girl, without any meansWhen it's as easy as closin' your eyes And Dream Jamaica is their big neon signJust think Jamaican in the moonlight Sandy beaches, drinkin' rum every nightWe got no money, Mama, but we can go We'll split the difference, go to Coconut GroveWe got no money, Mama, but we can go We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove