Maria, Maria

Ladies and gents, turn up the sound system

To the sound of Carlos Santana and the GMB

Getaway Blues from the Refugee

Oh, Maria, Maria

You remind me of a west side story

Growing up in Spanish Harlem

She living the life just like a movie star

Oh, Maria, Maria

She gonna love an east a ray

To the sound of the guitar

Played by Carlos Santana

Stop the looting, stop the shooting

Big bucking on the corner

See as the rich is getting richer

The poor is getting poorer

See me and Maria on the corner

Taking our ways to make it better

Staying in the mailboxes and the vixen letter

Somebody said you'll see you later

Oh, Maria, Maria

You remind me of a west side story

Growing up in Spanish Harlem

She living the life just like a movie star

Oh, Maria, Maria

She gonna love an east a ray

To the sound of the guitar

Played by Carlos Santana

Said I like a fella, like a notice

The streets are getting hotter

There is no water to put out the fire

Mi contrares, mi ansa

Me mira Maria on the corner

Taking our ways to make it better

Then I look up in the sky

Open the days of paradise

Maria, you know you're my lover

When the wind blows I can feel you

Through the weather

And even when we run apart

Still feel that we're together

Maria, Maria

You remind me of a west side story

Growing up in Spanish Harlem

She living the life just like a movie star

Oh, Maria, Maria

She gonna love an east a ray

To the sound of the guitar

Played by Carlos Santana

Wet 'Em Up Y'all

Carlos Santana with the Refugee Camp

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