You knew we had to come back like this, man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man, give me
nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho trabajo poquito Means I work hard and I no money
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, me on the beach under the shade
When I was they called me Robin Hood 'Cos I stole from the and I gave to the poor back home, mama whooped on my ass Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live that"
Meanwhile next door neighbors Beatin' on his wife the kids were watchin' that day we was out on the porch And we was out of New York, we woke up in
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro no sounds of buses No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho poquito dinero Means I work and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the I'm sippin' as the water splash my feet too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the under the shade
I'm in your hood like your neighbors Spider man But then I'm in the club 'fore I entered the I bring the vibe like the days of the Before I had the fame I was the fries
So who better to know a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can in peace From the of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I no money
Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the canny shores I'm a stand on stage and this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get help Santana, let me get some
This one out for those, who work for low income Keep your up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses No ambulance, no sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo dinero Means I work and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, I'm on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my It's too hot in New York I had to get So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man It's too hot,
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot, yeah
Yeah, Carlos Santana the Preacher's son the world tour, too hot
You know I ain't without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Guantanamera, Celia will always ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Santana