| G | C | G | |
| Disem | barking at | Duvalier | Airport |
| D | C | G | |
| Seeking transpor | tation to | town |
| G | C | G | |
| As the | purple ink | dried on his | passport |
| D | C | G | |
| He could | still feel the | eyes look a | round |
| "Monsieur ou est le casino" |
| He spoke to the cabbie and smiled |
| Driver replied "vieux ou nouveau" |
| As he motioned the dark man inside |
| Chorus: |
| Bm | C | |
| Business in Aruba con | cluded |
| Am | D | Dsus4 | |
| He now | had a little money to | sp | end |
| C | D | G | |
| 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 |
| Hoping to see the night through |
| But not approving at all of our winning, |
| 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 |
| INSTRUMENTAL |
| But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse |
| Soldier told me I 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 evening |
| Truly was our night to win |
| But the authorities insist on my leaving |
| Take care, my American friend |
| With my weekend in Haiti concluded |
| I now had a little money to spend |
| That's how I came know my African Friend |