Three Nights In Rio Lyrics - Carlos Santana

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

It's too hot in New York man, yeah 

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 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 

'Cause 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 drunk man 

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 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 neighborhood Spiderman 

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 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 talent show 

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

Santana, let me get some help 

Eh, this one goes out to those who work for long income 

Keep your head up, 'cause 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 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 

Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son 

It's the world tour, too hot 

You know I ain't leavin' without shouting out Miss Celia Cruz 

Y'all know better than that 

Guantanamera, Celia we'll always love you 

Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana 

Guantanamera, Celia we'll always miss ya, azucar 

Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha