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
humm

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
humm

Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining 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 float away?

But I know that he won't stay
without Melissa

Yes I know that he won't stay
without Melissa