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written by gregg allman


crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
gypsy flies from coast to coast
knowing many, loving none
bearing sorrow, havin' 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 his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
to 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
will you hide the dead man's ghost
or will he lie, beneath the clay
or will his spirit float away
well I know that he won't stay without melissa
well, I know that he won't stay without melissa