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 No one knows the gypsy's name And no one hears his lonely sighs There are no blankets where he lies In deepest dreams the gypsy flies With sweet Melissa Again, the mornings come Again, he's on the run A sunbeam's shinin' through his hair Fear not to have a care Pick up your gear, gypsy roll on Roll on Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, 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 he won't stay Without Melissa Yes, I know he won't stay, yeah Without Melissa