Will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord
With sweet Melissa, mmm
The Gypsy flies
And gypsy roll on, roll on
Sunbeams shining through his hair
But back home he'll always run
Without Melissa
Again the morning's come
Crossroads
Knowing many, loving none
And no one knows
There are no blankets where he lies
Bearing sorrow havin' fun
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
Yes, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
But I know that he won't stay
Will you hide the dead man's ghost
Each car looks the same, all the same
Again he's on the run
The gypsy's name
From coast to coast
Appearing not to have a care
No one hears his lonely sighs
Or will his spirit float away?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay
Well, pick up your gear
To sweet Melissa, mmm
Freight train
