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

Mm-hmm

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

And no one knows the gypsy's man

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

Mmm-hmm

Again, the morning's come

Again, he's on the run

A sunbeam's shining through his hair

Fear 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, without Melissa

Lord, Lord, it's all the same

Mmm-hmm