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   Mmmm hmmm      Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same   And no one knows the gypsy's name   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   Mmmm hmmm      Again, the mornin's come   Again, he's on the run   Sunbeams shinin through his hair   Appearin 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, yeah   Without Melissa   Lord, Lord, it's all the same   Mmmmm-hmmmmm