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

freight train

each car looks the same

all the same

no one knows the gypsy's name

and no one hears his lonely sighs

there are no blankets where he lies

in deepest dreams the gypsy flies

with sweet melissa

again

the mornings come

again

he's on the run

a sunbeam's shinin' through his hair

fear not to have a care

pick up your gear

gypsy roll on

roll on

crossroads

will you ever let him go?

lord

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 he won't stay

without melissa

yes

i know he won't stay

yeah

without melissa