Melissa - Bill Miller

Melissa - Bill Miller
Crossroads
To seem come go
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many loving none
Bearing sorrow havin' fun
Back home he'll always run
To sweet melissa
Freight train
Each car looks the same
All the same
No one knows the gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sigh
There are no blankets where he lies
In his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet melissa
Again morning's come
Again he's on the run has again
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Appearing not to have a care
Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
You got to roll on
Crossroads
Will you ever let him go lord lord
Will you hide the dead man's ghost
Or will he lie beneath the clay
Or will his spirit roll to away
But I know he won't stay without melissa
Yes I know he won't stay without melissa