Crossroads seem to come and go yeah hey
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 mmm mmm
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
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies with sweet Melissa
Again the morning's come again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Appearing not to have a care we'll 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?
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
Lord Lord it's all the same ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Elke vorm van reproductie is verboden.