Crossroads Seem to come and go The gypsy flies from coast to coast Knowing many, loving none Bearing sorrow, having fun But back home he'll always run To sweet melissa
Freight train Each car looks the same All the same No one knows the gypsy's name No one hears his lonely sighs There are no blankets where he lies In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies With sweet melissa
Again the morning's come Again he's on the run Sunbeams shining through his hair Appearing not to have a care Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on Roll on
Crossroads Will you ever let him go Will you hide the dead man's ghost Will he lie beneath the clay Will his spirit float 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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