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Crossroads ... seem to come and go ... yeah 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 Freight train ... each car looks the same ... all the same And no one knows the gypsy's name No one hears his lonely sighs There are no blankets where he lies Lord in the deepest dreams the gypsy flies ... with sweet Melissa Again the morning's come Again he's on the run Sunbeams shinin' through his hair Better not to have a care So pick up your gear and gypsy roll on ... roll on Crossroads ... will you ever let him go No... no...no...Or will you hide the dead man's ghost Lord, or will he lie ... beneath the plain. Or will his spirit fall away? But I know that he won't stay ... without Melissa Yes I know that he won't stay ... without Melissa |
