Crossroads
seem to come and go, yeah,
The Gyp-sy flies from coast to coast...
knowing many, loving none,
bearing sorrow, having fun.
But back home he'll always run
to sweet Melissa.. -----------Mm.....
Freight train,
each car looks the same...--- all the same....
And no one knows the Gyp-sy's name..
No one hears his lonely sigh,
there are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams he flies..
with sweet Melissa...----------Mm...
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 Gyp-sy
roll------on------roll-------------on.
Crossroads..
will you ever let him go?
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.
Smooch Melissa. Oops, I mean Edwarda
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