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.
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.
Again the mornin's come.
Again he's on the run.
A sunbeam's shinin through his hair.
Fear not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on.
Roll on.
Crossroads will you ever let him go
Lord Lord.
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost
Or will he lie beneath the clay
Or will his spirit float away
But, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa.
Yes I know that he won't stay yeah
Without Melissa.
Lord Lord it's all the same.