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Well now Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could like the stars
would pay and pay, one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
Nobody knew, least Voltaire that these were his final sounds

he met up with Meritta
A dancer in from the
woman, half child, she's drove him half wild
He loved that lady the

One he did find her
In the arms of Dan
So he pulled a knife, poor Danny's life
And then he his own cold hand

It's a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned
that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion, and knives a slashin'
Yeah but that's what the like to read about
Up in America, up in

Well now never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on Hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it just a week ago
But get by and people get high in the tropics they come and they go

It's a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned
Yeah what the papers did say
just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read
Up in America, up in