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 mmm


Freight train each car looks the same all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name

No one hears his lonely sigh
There are no blankets where he lies
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies

With sweet melissa mmm

Again the morning's come

Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Appearing not to have a care

Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on roll on

Crossroads will you ever let him go? oh lord

Will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit roll away?


But i know that he won't stay without melissa
Yes i know that he won't stay without melissa

Yeah just won't stay