Lyrics:

Crossroads seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, havin' fun
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa...mmm

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
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...mmm

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
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
Oh, without Melissa