Intro: D G(alt) D(alt) A(alt) G(alt) D(alt2)
D G D
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
E7 A7
The ladies would pay and pay
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But one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
D A D
Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds
He met up with Merrita, a dancer in from the coast
Half woman, half child she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
But one night he did find her in the arms of shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
Then he turned his own cold hand
Chorus:
D G
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
D
Messy and old-fashioned
A D
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
G
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
D
Anjejo and knives a-slashin'
A A-B-C
But that's what the people like to read about
A-B-C D
Up in America, up in America
(Repeat Intro chords)
Well now, they never found Merrita
Some people say she got ill
Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him
He was buried on Pauper's Hill
And no one talks about him no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high,
In the tropics they come and they go
(Repeat chorus)
(Repeat Intro chords and fade)
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