In The Night
Nickelback feat. Carlos Santana Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "In The Night" by Nickelback featuring Carlos Santana are about taking a break from the fast-paced lifestyle in New York City and finding peace in Rio De Janeiro. The singer describes the chaos of New York City with the sounds of buses, ambulance, and police sirens, while he can't afford to live a comfortable life there, with no money to spare. He finds solace in Rio De Janeiro, where it's quieter, and the lifestyle is more laid-back. The singer speaks of daydreaming, being poor, working hard, and wanting to help his family while playing his guitar on the beach and sipping margaritas. The chorus repeats the same theme, "It's too hot in New York, I had to get away."


The second part of the song is more personal, and it describes the singer's journey from poverty to worldwide fame. He mentions his early days of struggling to make ends meet, working 9 to 5 jobs, and serving fries. He also talks about his dad, who can now "rest in peace" since his son has become successful. The song ends with a shoutout to Miss Celia Cruz, a Cuban singer and symbol of Latin culture, and the lyrics "Guantanamera" are repeated, which is a reference to a traditional Cuban song.


Overall, the lyrics to "In The Night" are about finding peace and solace by getting away from a hectic lifestyle, working hard to achieve success and taking care of family, and acknowledging the roots and culture of the singer.


Line by Line Meaning

You knew we had to come back like this, right man
We had to come back with this level of energy


It's too hot in New York man, yeah
New York is too hot, yes


It's too hot in New York man, give me
Give me another location because New York is too hot


Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no interruptions from city noise


No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence
No emergency vehicles to disrupt my peace and quiet


Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have no money
I work hard but don't have much money


Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I'm enjoying playing my guitar while sitting on the beach


I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
I'm relaxing with a margarita while feeling the water splash on my feet


It's too hot in New York I had to get away
New York was too hot, so I needed a break


So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
I'm inviting you to meet me on the beach in the shade


When I was young they called me Robin Hood
As a youth, people called me Robin Hood


'Cause I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor
I stole from the wealthy and gave the money to the less fortunate


Went back home, mama whooped on my ass
When I returned home, my mom punished me


Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that
My mother refused to let me continue with my risky behavior


Meanwhile next door neighbors drunk man
At the same time, my drunk neighbor


Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'
Was physically abusing his wife in front of their children


Later that day we was out on the porch
Later that day, we were sitting on the porch


And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in
We daydreamed about leaving New York, and we suddenly found ourselves in


I'm in your hood like your neighborhood Spiderman
I'm in your area like the local superhero Spiderman


I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium
I'm partying in the club before heading to the stadium


I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe
I bring the energy that the Tribe (music group) was known for


Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries
Before I was famous, I worked a fast-food job


So who better to know about a nine-to-five
I have firsthand knowledge about what it's like to work a regular job


Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes
I used to wake up early and feeling tired


Now my daddy, he can rest in peace
My father can finally rest in peace


From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
From difficult situations to a sunny beach destination, let's travel


Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
I used to daydream while playing my guitar, gazing at the stars


Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it
If I ever achieved success, I would make sure my family benefited from it


From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey talent show
From the rough neighborhoods of Brooklyn to performing in talent shows in New Jersey


I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fall
I'll stand on stage and play guitar until I physically can't anymore


Santana, let me get some help
Carlos Santana, please assist me


Eh, this one goes out to those who work for long income
This one is for those who work long hours but have a low income


Keep your head up, 'cause if I made it, you can make it too one day
Stay positive because if I was able to achieve success, so can you one day


Guantanamera, Celia we'll always love you
Guantanamera, we'll always love you Celia Cruz


Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
Guantanamera, featuring Wyclef Jean and Carlos Santana


Guantanamera, Celia we'll always miss ya, azucar
Guantanamera, we'll always miss you Celia Cruz, sweet sugar


Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha
Guantanamera, featuring Wyclef Jean and Carlos Santana, haha, haha




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JERRY DUPLESSIS, WYCLEF JEAN

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Comments from YouTube:

@OneTopic

this song still slaps.

@TheEchoSage

Agreed buddy

@dave6923

video makes me think cylons might be invading through.

@dave6923

Bill sure can work that guitar though.

@soumyasharma9662

No cap

@harshalkosarkar1579

Still

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@LiyahLove-sl7fi

It's January 2024 let's see who's still listening to this masterpiece.

@VexingSurge

Its feb now

@annashum9105

Such an amazing song. Chads voice mixed with Santana's guitar is magic. It was amazing 14 years ago when I first heard it and still amazing today. Will always be one of my favorites hands down.

@Blueluise

my best wishes to South Amerika, which is south of Panama and Mechicki, cannot help its August ...🍏

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