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