Three Nights In Rio

(album: The Preacher's Son - 2003)

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 a warm day
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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 grumpy
Beating on his wife while the kids were watching
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 a warm day
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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 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 serving the fries
So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Waking 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 a warm day

Playing my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
Praying 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
Santana, let me get some help

Eh, this one goes out to those who work, for low income
Keep your head up, cause if I made it, you can make it too one day, so

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 a warm day
Playing my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm sipping 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, hey
It's too hot in New York man, whoa
It's too hot in New York man
It's too hot in New York man
It's too hot, hey

Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son
It's the world tour, too hot
You know I ain't leaving without shouting out Ms. Celia Cruz,
Y'all know better, let's go now

Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya, asuca
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, asuca
Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya, asuca
Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, asuca haha, haha