African Friend — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

African friend

By: jimmy buffett

1978

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

Thats 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 its time we should leave



With our night at the tables behind us

We were ready just to do it again

Thats when I came to know my african friend



But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse

Soldier told me Id 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

Thats when I came to meet my african friend

Thats how I came to know another good friend



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