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