Crossroads seem to come and go
Gypsy flies from coast to coast
knowing many a loving night
having sorrow having pride
but back home he'll always run
to see Melissa
Freight train
each car looks the same
No one knows the gypsys name
and no one hears his lonely sighs
there are no blankets where he lies
in deepest deams the gypsy flies
to Sweet Melissa
Again the mornings come
again he's on the run
Sunbeams shinin thru his hair
appearin' like he had a care
Pick up the gear and gypsy roll on
roll on
Crossroad will you ever let him go
will you hide the dead mans ghost
will he lie beneath the glade
will his spirit float away
But I know that he won't stay
without Melissa
But I know that he won't stay
without Melissa
But I know that he won't stay
without Melissa