Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah, yeah, 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, oh no
Freight trains, 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
Again the morning comes
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Lord, he never have a care
Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? No, no, no
Will you hide the dead man's soul
Or will he lie beneath the clay
Or will his spirit fly away?
Lord, I know he won't stay without Melissa
Yes, I know he won't stay there without Melissa, ooh
No, no, no, no
