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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Cuban Crime of Passion |
| Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the barshe could sound like the stars
Ladies would pay and pay
One night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
Nobody knewat least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds
He met up with Merittaa dancer in from the Coast
Half womanhalf childshe drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
One night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knifetook poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand
Chorus:
And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeahthat's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anjejo and knives a slashin'
Yeahbut that's what the people like to read about
Up in Americaup in America
Well they never found Merittasome people say she got ill
Billy Voltaire had no one to claim himhe was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no moreit happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go
Chorus
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