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

Freight train,
Each car looks the same
All the same
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

Again, the mornin's come
Again, he's on the run
A sunbeam shinin' 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, yeah
Without Melissa

Sound of Love

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Allman Brothers cover.