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
Mm mm mm mm mm mm
Freight train
Each car looks the same
All the same
And no one knows
the gypsy's name
No one hears
his lonely sigh
There are no blankets
where he lies
In all his deepest dreams
The gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa
Mmmm hmm mmm
Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shinin'
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 roll away
But I know that
He won't stay
without Melissa
Yes I know that
He won't stay-ee-yeah
without Melissa