Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow havin` fun, But back home he`ll always run To sweet Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the Gypsy`s name
No one hears his lonely sigh, There are no blankets where he lies. In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies with sweet Melissa... mmm...
Again the morning`s come, Again he`s on the run, Sunbeams shining through his hair, Appearing not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord) Will you hide the dead man`s ghost, Or will he lie, beneath the clay, or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he won`t stay without Melissa.
Yes I know that he won`t stay without Melissa.
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