C F G C C F G Am F G I beg your pardon momma What did you say? My mind was drifted off on Martinique Bay 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 drinkin' rum every night We got no money momma but we can go We'll split the difference go to Coconut Grove Just keep on talkin' 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 Voila! An American Dream Well we can travel girl without any means When it's as easy as closin' your eyes And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign C F G C C F G Am F G Just keep talkin' momma I like that sound It goes so easy with that rain fallin' down I think a tropical vacation this year Might be the answer to this hillbilly beer, and C F G C