Crossroads ... seem [bad word] and go ... yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, havin' fun
But back home he'll [bad word] ... to sweet Melissa

Freight train ... each car looks the same ... all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Lord in the deepest dreams the gypsy flies ... with sweet Melissa

Again the [bad word] Again he's on [bad word] Sunbeams shinin' through his hair
Better not to have a care
So pick up your gear and gypsy roll on ... roll on

Crossroads ... will you ever let him go
No... no...no...Or will you hide the dead man's ghost
Lord, or will he lie ... beneath the plain. Or will his spirit fall away?
But I know that he won't stay ... without Melissa
Yes I know that he won't stay ... without Melissa