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Crossroads, seems to come and go
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The gypsy flies from coast to coast
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Knowing many loving none
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Bearin' sorrow havin' fun
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But back home he'll always run
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For sweet Melissa
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Freight train, each car looks the same
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No one knows the gypsy's name
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No one hears his lonely sighs
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There are no blankets where he lies
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Though in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
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To sweet Melissa
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Again the mornin' comes
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Again he's on the run
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Sun beams shinin' through his hair
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Appearin' not to have a care
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So pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on..
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Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
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Will you hide the dead man's ghost?
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Lord will he lie, beneath the plain?
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Will his spirit fall away?
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But I know that he won't stay without Melissa
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Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa
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(That's how the story ends..)
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Melissa
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