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Artist/Band: Wyclef Jean
Lyrics for Song: Three Nights In Rio
Lyrics for Album: The Preacher's Son [Enhanced] [2003]



Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses

No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence, aha

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 in the shade



When I was young they called me Robin Hood

Cos 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 jumpin'

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, aha

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 in 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 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, aha ? dinero

Means I work hard and have a warm day



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 ? ?

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, follow and ?

Keep your head up, cos 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, aha

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 in the shade



It's too hot in New York man

It's too hot in New York man, ah

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

Y'all know better, let's go now



Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya

Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana

Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya

Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha


Album Lyrics: The Preacher's Son [Enhanced] [2003]


Wyclef Jean
"The Preacher's Son [Enhanced] [2003]"


1. Baby
2. Baby Daddy
3. Celebrate
4. Class Reunion
5. Grateful
6. I Am Your Doctor
7. Industry
8. Linda
9. Next Generation
10. Party To Damascus
11. Party To Damascus (Remix)
12. Rebel Music
13. Three Nights In Rio
14. Who Gave The Order