Crossroads seem to come and go.... yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast,
Knowin' many lovin' none,
Bearin' sorrow havin fun,
But back home He'll always run....
..to sweet Melissa. mmmhmmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same.... all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name,
No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies,
In all his deepests dreams the gypsy flies.....
..to sweet Melissa.
Again the mornin's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shinin' through his hair,
Appearin' not to have a care.
Pick up your gear n' gypsy roll along...
Crossroads, would you ever let him go? ...no, no.
Oh will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie beneath the clay?
Will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he wont stay...
Yes I know that he wont stay...