Melissa

Crossroads seem to come and go, yeah

Gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none

Bearing sorrow, having fun

But back home he'll always run

To sweet Melissa

Mmh-mmh-mmh

Freight train, 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

Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies

With sweet Melissa

Mmh-mmh-mmh

Again, the morning's come

Again, he's on the run

A sunbeam 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?

Darlin', 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

Mmh-mmh-mmh