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