Cross roads,

seem to come ev er and let him (G#m7)go,

yeah.

the same.

The gyp sy flies from coast to coast,

know Lord, in’ or will man y lov in’ (A)none, plain?

There bear ing sor row hav ing (G#m)fun,

Lord, but in the back deep est home you’ll al ways (B)run

to sweet Mel is sa.

Freight train,

each car looks ev er the let him (G#m7)same,

all no.

same.

And no one knows the gyp sy’s name,

no Lord, one or will hears his lone ly (A)sigh.

plain?

Or are no blan kets where he (G#m)lies.

Lord, But in the I deep est dreams the gyp sy (B)flies

with sweet Mel is sa.

A gain the morn in’s come, a gain he’s on the run.

Sun beams shin in’ through his hair, bet ter not to have a care, so pick up your gear and gyp sy roll on,

roll

on.

Yes, I know that he won’t (B)stay,

with out Mel (E)is sa.

No, no, (F#m7)he just won’t stay.