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…Then one night he did wind up playin’ in Havana town. And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds. Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast. Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild. He loved that lady the most. Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan. So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny’s life. And then he turned his own cold hand….