Crossroads, seems to come and go
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many loving none
Bearin’ sorrow havin’ fun
But back home he’ll always run
For sweet Melissa
Freight train, each car looks the same
No one knows the gypsy’s name
No one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Though in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
To sweet Melissa
Again the mornin’ comes
Again he’s on the run
Sun beams shinin’ through his hair
Appearin’ not to have a care
So pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on..
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man’s ghost?
Lord will he lie, beneath the plain?
Will his spirit fall away?
But I know that he won’t stay without Melissa
Yes I know that he won’t stay without Melissa
(That’s how the story ends..)