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.
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsy’s name,
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.
Mmmm-hmmm.
Allman Brothers
Again the morning comes
Again he’s on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Better off without a care
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
Roll on
Crossroads will you ever let him go?
Or will you hide the dead man’s ghost?
Lord will he lie beneath the clay,
or will his spirit fall away?
But I know that he won’t stay
without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won’t stay
without Melissa
Gregg Allman