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