Melissa

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 Mm-hmm Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same And no one knows the gypsy's man And no one hears his lonely sighs There are no blankets where he lies Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies with sweet Melissa Mmm-hmm Again, the morning's come Again, he's on the run A sunbeam's shining 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? Or 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, without Melissa Lord, Lord, it's all the same Mmm-hmm