Lyrics:

Disembarking at Duvalier AirportSeeking transportation to townAs the purple ink dried on his passportHe could still
feel the eyes look around'Messieur ou est le casino?'He spoke to the cabbie and smiledThe driver replied 'Vieux ou noveaux?
'As he motioned the dark man inside.Business in Aruba concludedHe now had a little money to spendThat's how I came to meet
my African friendWe were rollin' the bones several hoursConversing as most gamblers doWe were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through.But not approving at all of our winningThe pit boss he tugged at his sleeveThrough the who
le thing my new friend was grinningWhen he motioned it's time we should leave.With 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 whorehouseA soldier t
old me I' 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 e
veningIt was truly our night to winBut 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 ano
ther good friend.