Carlos Santana - Three Nights in Rio Lyrics

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Three Nights in Rio

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What Are The Lyrics For Three Nights in Rio By 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 |
Who Wrote Three Nights in Rio By Carlos Santana?
Jerry Duplessis, Wyclef Jean
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