歌曲 | Melissa |
歌手 | The Allman Brothers Band |
专辑 | An Evening with the Allman Brothers Band: First Set [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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. |
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. |
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. |