crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
the gypsy flies from coast to coast
knowing many, loving none
bearing sorrow havinâ€™ fun
but back home heâ€™ll always run
to sweet melissa, mmm
freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
and no one knows the gypsyâ€™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 morningâ€™s come
again heâ€™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 manâ€™s ghost?
or will he lie, beneath the clay?
or will his spirit roll away?
but i know that he wonâ€™t stay without melissa
yes, i know that he wonâ€™t stay without melissa
yeah, just wonâ€™t stay