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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
Cross-roads seem to come and go, yeah
the gyp-sy flies, from coast to coast.
Know-in man-y lov-in none, bear-ing sor-row
hav-ing f-u-n, but back home youll al-ways run,
to sweet Mel-is-sa.
Freight train, each car looks the same,
all the same. And no one knows the gyp-sys name
No one hears his lone-ly si-gh, there_are no
blank-ets where he l-i-e-s.
Lord_in_the_deep-est dreams the gyp-sy flies,
with sweet Mel-is-sa.
A-gain the morn-ins come, a-gain hes 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.
Cross-roads, will you ev-er let_him go? No, no.
Or will you hide the dead mans ghost? Lord, or
will_he lie be-neath the plain? Or will his
spir-it fall a-way?
But I know that he wont stay, with-out
Me-lis-sa. Yes I know that he wont stay,