
Voilà, An American Dream Guy Clark
"Voilà, An American Dream" by Guy Clark, released in 1983, is a #Country song reflecting on the pursuit of the American Dream. It explores themes of aspiration, disillusionment, and the contrast between idealism and reality. The lyrics convey a sense of nostalgia and storytelling, supported by Clark's signature acoustic style. The song resonates with listeners for its poignant insights into American life and dreams.

[Verse 1]
I beg your pardon, Momma, what did you say?
My mind was drifting on a Martinique day
It's not that I'm not interested, you see
Augusta, Georgia is just no place to be
[Chorus]
Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking that rum every night
We've got no money, Momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove
[Verse 2]
Just 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 that hillbilly beer
[Chorus]
Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking that rum every night
We've got no money, Momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove
[Verse 3]
Voila, an American dream
Ah we can travel, girl, without any means
It's just as easy as closing your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
I beg your pardon, Momma, what did you say?
My mind was drifting on a Martinique day
It's not that I'm not interested, you see
Augusta, Georgia is just no place to be
[Chorus]
Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking that rum every night
We've got no money, Momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove
[Verse 2]
Just 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 that hillbilly beer
[Chorus]
Just think Jamaica in the moonlight
Sandy beaches, drinking that rum every night
We've got no money, Momma, but we can go
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove
[Verse 3]
Voila, an American dream
Ah we can travel, girl, without any means
It's just as easy as closing your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign
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