Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow having fun
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa
(Hmmmm)
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
And no one knows the Gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sighs (No one hears his lonely sighs)
There are no blankets where he lies
(There are no blankets where he lies)
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
To sweet Melissa
(Hmmmm)
Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Appearing not to have a care
So, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on, roll on
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (no, no, no)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost
Really lei beneath the clay (Really lei beneath the clay)
Or will his spirit float away? (Or will his spirit float away?)
But I know that he won't stay without Melissa
(Hmmmm)
Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa
Na-na-na-na-na
No, no he just won't stay
No, no he just won't stay
Gypsy flies from coast to coast
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