African Friend Jimmy Buffett
Disem[G]barking at [C]Duvalier [G]Airport
[D]Seeking transpor[C]tation to [G]town
As the [G]purple ink [C]dried on his [G]passport
He could [D]still feel the [C]eyes look a[G]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]Business in Aruba con[C]cluded
He now [Am]had a little money to [D]sp[Dsus4]end
That's [C]how I came to [D]meet my African [G]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
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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
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