Melissa

Melissa - Molly Hatchet

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)

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