Voices (On The Spanish Isle) Songtext
von Vincent Neil Emerson

Well, I hear the voices callin′, callin' out my name
Ever since I heard that sound, I ain′t been the same
Maybe it's my conscience catchin' up with me
Rainy headlights dance around
In the puddles on the streets

Slap them silver bracelets
All around both of my hands
Read my rights and close ′em up
Tight as you can
Well, I never asked for nothin′
But I stole everything I could
Maybe, baby, it's hard to tell
The bad from the good


Down here at the bottom all alone
And I just wish that I was home
In the rolling pastures
And the fields of green
Where my horse and I did roam
On the Spanish Isle

Well, I used to be a rambler
But my ramblin′ days are done
If I don't get well no more
Believe I′ve had my fun
Well, I loved every daughter
Of every rich man in this town
And I know they're gonna string me up
If I come back around, now

Well, I hear the voices callin′, callin' out my name
Ever since I heard that sound, I ain't been the same
Maybe it′s my conscience catchin′ up with me
Rainy headlights dance around
In the puddles on the streets