Crossroads
Seem to come and go
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But back home hell always run
To sweet melissa

Freight train
Each car looks the same
All the same
No one knows the gypsys 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 mornings 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 mans ghost
Will he lie beneath the clay
Will his spirit float away
But I know that he wont stay
Without melissa
Yes I know that he wont stay
Without melissa

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