Melissa

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah

The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none

Bearing sorrow, having fun

But back home he'll always run

To sweet Melissa

Mmmm hmmm



Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same

And no one knows the gypsy's name

And no one hears his lonely sighs

There are no blankets where he lies

Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies

With sweet Melissa

Mmmm hmmm



Again, the mornin's come

Again, he's on the run

Sunbeams shinin through his hair

Appearin 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

Or 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, yeah

Without Melissa

Lord, Lord, it's all the same

Mmmmm-hmmmmm