Jimmy Buffett
African Friend
Written by - Jimmy Buffett
From - Son Of a Son Of a Sailor
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?'
Spoke to the cabbie and smiled 
Driver replied, 'Vieux ou noveaux'
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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