Jimmy Buffett
African Friend
Disembarking at duvalier airportSeeking transportation to townAs the purple ink dried on his passportHe could still feel the eyes look around"messieur ou y est casino? " [ do you know where thecasino is sir? ]Spoke to the cabbie and smiledDriver replied "vieux ou noveaux." [ old or new? ]As he motioned the dark man insideBusiness in aruba concludedHe now had a little money to spendThat’s how I came to meet my african friendWe were rolling the bones several hoursConversing as most gamblers doWe were calling on all of our powersHopin’ to see the night throughBut not approving at all of our winningsPit boss he tugged at his sleeveThrough the whole thing my new friend was grinningWhen he motioned it’s time we should leaveWith our night at the tables behind usWe were ready just to do it againThat’s when I came to know my african friendBut I woke up on the steps of a whorehouseSoldier told me I’d better leaveAs I stumbled to find me a taxiI 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 leavingTake care my american friend."With my weekend at haiti concludedI now had a little money to spendThat’s when I came to meet my african friendThat’s how I came to know another good friend
