Intro
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Verse 1
ECrossroads, F#mseem to come and G#mgo, yeaF#mh.
EThe gypsy flies from coast to F#mcoast
AKnowing Bmmany, loving C#mnone, D
EBearing F#msorrow havin' G#mfun, A
CBut back home he'll always Brun to sweet meElissa...F#m mG#mmm...F#m
Verse 2
EFreight train, F#meach car looks the G#msame, F#m all the same.
EAnd no one knows the gypsy's F#mname
ANo one Bmhears his lonely C#msigh, D
EThere are no F#mblankets where he G#mlies. A
CIn all his deepest dreams the gypsy Bflies... with sweet Emelissa F#m mmm G#m F#m
Bridge
EAgain the morning's come,
DAgain he's on the run,
ASunbeams shining through his hair,
BAppearing not to have a care.
C#mWell, pick up your gear and gypsy Aroll on, Broll on.
Verse 3
ECrossroads, F#m will you ever let him G#mgo? (F#m lord, lord)
EWill you hide the dead man's F#mghost,
AOr will he Bmlie, beC#mneath the clay, D
EOr will his F#mspirit roll G#maway? A
CBut I know that he won't Bstay... without Emelissa. F#m G#m F#m
CYes I know that he won't Bstay... without Emelissa. F#m G#m F#m
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