African Friend - Jimmy Buffett

    Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
    Seeking transportation to town
    As the purple ink dried on his passport
    He could still feel the eyes look around

    "Messieur ou y est casino?" [ Do you know where the casino is Sir? ]
    Spoke to the cabbie and smiled
    Driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux." [ Old or new? ]
    As he motioned the dark man inside

    Business in Aruba concluded
    He now had a little money to spend
    That's how I came to meet my African friend

    We were rolling the bones several hours
    Conversing as most gamblers do
    We were calling on all of our powers
    Hopin' to see the night through

    But not approving at all of our winnings
    Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
    Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
    When he motioned it's time we should leave

    With our night at the tables behind us
    We were ready just to do it again
    That's when I came to know my African friend

    But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
    Soldier told me I'd better leave
    As I stumbled to find me a taxi
    I saw a note pinned to my sleeve

    "It was a pleasure and a hell of an evenin'
    Truly was our night to win.
    But the authorities insist on my leaving
    Take care my American friend."

    With my weekend at Haiti concluded
    I now had a little money to spend
    That's when I came to meet my African friend
    That's how I came to know another good friend


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