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
hmmmm
Freight train
each car
looks the same
All the same
and no-one knows
the gypsy's name
No-one hears
his lonely sighs
There are no blankets
where he lies
In all his deepest dreams
the gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa
Mmmm-hmmm
hmmmm
Again the mornin's
come
Again he's on the run
A sunbeam's 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, Lord
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
without Melissa