CrossroadsSeem to come and goThe gypsy flies from coast to
coastKnowing many, loving noneBearing sorrow, having funBut back
home he'll always runTo sweet melissaFreight trainEach car
looks the sameAll the sameNo one knows the gypsy's nameNo
one hears his lonely sighsThere are no blankets where he liesIn
all his deepest dreams the gypsy fliesWith sweet melissaAgain
the morning's comeAgain he's on the runSunbeams
shining through his hairAppearing not to have a carePick up your
gear and gypsy roll onRoll onCrossroadsWill you ever let him
goWill you hide the dead man's ghostWill he lie beneath the
clayWill his spirit float awayBut i know that he won't
stayWithout melissaYes i know that he won't stayWithout
melissa
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