Crossroads seem to come and go
The gypsy flys from coast to coast
Knowing many loving none
Bearing sorrow having fun
But back home he'll always run, to see Melissa
Freight train, each car looks the same
No one knows the gypsy's name
And no one hears his lonely sigh
There are no blankets where he lies
Beneath his dreams the gypsy flies, with sweet Melissa
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Again the morning comes Again he's on the run
Sunbeam shining through his hair Care enough 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
But I know that he won't stay, without Melissa
But I know that he won't stay, without Melissa