Three Nights In Rio Lyrics

Three Nights In Rio lyrics

You knew we had to come back like this, right man

It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot in New York man, give me



Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses

No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence

Mucho trabajo poquito dinero

Means I work hard and I have no money



Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach

I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet

It's too hot in New York I had to get away

So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade



When I was young they called me Robin Hood

'Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor

Went back home, mama whooped on my ass

Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live like that"



Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin'

Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'

Later that day we was out on the porch

And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in



Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses

No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence

Mucho trabajo poquito dinero

Means I work hard and I have no money



Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach

I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet

It's too hot in New York I had to get away

So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade



I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spider man

But then I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium

I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe

Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries



So who better to know about a nine-to-five

Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes

Now my daddy, he can rest in peace

From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go



Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses

No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence

Mucho trabajo poquito dinero

Means I work hard and I have no money



Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars

Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it

From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny shores

I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fall



Santana, let me get some help

Santana, let me get some help



This one goes out for those, who work for low income

Keep your head up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day



Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses

No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence

Mucho trabajo poquito dinero

Means I work hard and I have no money



Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach

I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet

It's too hot in New York I had to get away

So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade



It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot, yeah



It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot, yeah



Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son

It's the world tour, too hot



You know I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible]

Y'all know better, let's go now



Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya

Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana

Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya

Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana