Melissa sing and play along

Crossroads seem to come and go,

yeah. the same.

The gypsy flies from coast to coast,

knowin' man he y be lovin' none,

plain? There bearing sorrow having fun,

Lord, but the back est home you'll always run to sweet Melissa.

Freight train, each car looks the same,

all no.

same. And no one knows the gypsy's name,

no one hears he his be lonely sigh.

plain? Or are no blankets where he lies.

Lord, But the I est dreams the gypsy flies with sweet Melissa.

Again the mornin'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.

Yes, I know that he won't stay,

without Melissa.

No, no, he just won't stay.