Lyrics:
A White Sport Coat Sport

's just a Cuban crime of passion, messy and old fashioned Yeah that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion, anjejo and knives a

transaction One was printed in the Times And everybody's searchin' For the king of underground Well, they found him down in Florida With a tombstone for a crown Everybody knows a

That's where we both belong Think I'll go back to the keys Chorus: 'cause I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a

' On a bus to kentucky and home that's her goal She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But

Translation: Mark Holden. White Sport Coat (And A Red Carnation).

here Cause that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years. We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese

away. Then he went to England, played the piano And married an actress named Kim They had a good life, she was a good wife Bore him a young son named

it's just a Cuban crime of passion Messy and old fashioned Yeah, that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion Anejo and knives a

Chorus:] And I have found me a home Yes, I have found me a home And you can have the rest of everything I own 'Cause I have found me a home. My old red