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