Three Nights In Rio
Wyclef Jean 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 song "Three Nights in Rio" by Wyclef Jean is a tribute to the escape from the harsh realities of life for a brief period. The lyrics describe the desire to get away from the noise and chaos of New York City and into the serene silence of Rio de Janeiro. The artist dreams of spending three nights in Rio with no sounds of buses, ambulance or police sirens to disrupt his peace. He speaks of working hard but not having enough money and using the little he has to escape to the beach where he can sit and play his guitar.


The first stanza describes the artist's journey to Rio and his experience on the beach while the second talks about his past as a Robin Hood-like figure and the harsh realities of life that he had to navigate through. The third stanza talks about his rise to fame, from humble beginnings to playing in stadiums and touring the world with Carlos Santana. The lyrics also pay homage to the late Celia Cruz, a Cuban-American singer whose music is immortalized in the classic song Guantanamera.


Overall, "Three Nights in Rio" is a reflective and nostalgic song that speaks to the desire to experience moments of peace and serenity in the midst of chaos.


Line by Line Meaning

You knew we had to come back like this, right man
We knew that we had to return to Rio De Janeiro as it offers a much-needed break from the hustle and bustle of New York City.


It's too hot in New York man, yeah
New York is excessively hot and hence, we need a break from it.


It's too hot in New York man, give me
It is way too hot in New York and we need respite from it by spending three nights in Rio De Janeiro.


Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses
The three nights spent in Rio De Janeiro would be free from the sounds of buses, thus, offering a peaceful retreat.


No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence
During our stay in Rio De Janeiro, we will not have to listen to the sirens of ambulances or the police, thereby enjoying the peaceful time there.


Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero, means I work hard and have no money
Though I work significantly hard, I don't get paid enough and hence, I have limited money for my leisure activities.


Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach
I am leisurely playing my guitar while relaxing on the beach, enjoying my much-deserved break.


I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet
I am also sipping on margaritas while the water splashes on my feet, making my experience even more enjoyable.


So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade
I am inviting my friends to join me on the beach in Rio De Janeiro where we can relax under the shade and enjoy the sun.


When I was young they called me Robin Hood
In my younger days, I was called Robin Hood because I stole from the rich and gave to the poor.


'Cause I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor
I used to take money from the wealthy and give it to those in need.


Went back home, mama whooped on my ass
When I returned home, my mother scolded me for my actions, and maybe even punished me.


Said I'll be damned if I let you live like that
My mother would never allow me to continue living the life of a thief.


Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin'
My neighbors had a husband who would beat his wife regularly, all while their children watched it happening.


Fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in
We would often daydream about leaving New York behind, and our dream of being in Rio De Janeiro actually came true.


I'm in your hood like your neighborhood Spiderman
I am present in your neighborhood just like your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.


I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium
I reached the club earlier than going to the stadium for the performance.


I bring the vibe like the days of the Tribe
My presence brings the same energy as the good old days of Tribe music.


Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries
I used to work a normal job where I served fries before I became famous.


So who better to know about a nine-to-five
Given my experience of working a regular job, I know all about the nine-to-five working hours.


Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes
I used to wake up as early as 5 am for work, often with a tired appearance in my eyes.


From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
From a difficult past to a much-sought trip to the beach, let's travel and make memories.


Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars
As a young musician, I often spent time with my guitar and daydreamt under the stars.


Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it
In those days, I used to pray that when I made it big, I would help my family achieve success too.


From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey talent show
From the busy streets of Brooklyn, I made it to the Jersey talent show.


Santana, let me get some help
Carlos Santana, my good friend, let me join and make some music together.


Eh, this one goes out to those who work for long income
This song is for those working hard to earn a living every day.


Keep your head up, 'cause if I made it, you can make it too one day
It is an empowering message to those who are struggling, asking them to keep their heads up and keep on working hard towards their goals.


Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son
Carlos Santana, along with the preacher's son, that is, me, is making some soulful music.


It's the world tour, too hot
It is an announcement that we are on a world tour and the heat is too much to handle!


Y'all know better than that
You all already know about our music, don't you?


Guantanamera, Celia we'll always love you
A tribute to Celia Cruz, one of the greatest Cuban artists, who passed away.


Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
Us making some great music together using Guantanamera's tune.


Guantanamera, Celia we'll always miss ya, azucar
We will always miss Celia Cruz, and the sweet flavor of her music, 'azucar'.


Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana, haha, haha
We make a great team while playing Guantanamera's music together!




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

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