Crossroads seem to come and go
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
And no one knows the gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies with sweet Melissa...
Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Appearing not to have a care
Well pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on...
Crossroads will you ever let him go
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...