Melissa Табы

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, he'll always run
To sweet Melissa, 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, mmm

Again the morning's come, again he's 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
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?

But I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa, Lord, Lord [Incomprehensible]