Melissa

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Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow havin fun, But back home hell always run To sweet melissa... mmm... Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsys name No one hears his lonely sigh, There are no blankets where he lies. In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies With sweet melissa... mmm... Again the mornings come, Again hes on the run, Sunbeams shining through his hair, Appearing not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on. Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord) Will you hide the dead mans ghost, Or will he lie, beneath the clay, Or will his spirit roll away? But I know that he wont stay without melissa. Yes I know that he wont stay without melissa. Submitted by Anonymous

Submitted by Anonymous