Melissa

Melissa  --Allman  Brothers  Band

  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.

  And  no  one  knows  the  Gypsy's  name

  No  one  hears  his  lonely  sigh,

  There  are  no  blankets  where  he  lies.

    In  all  his  deepest  dreams  the  Gypsy  flies

    With  sweet  Melissa...  mmm...

    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?  (Lord,  Lord)

    Will  you  hide  the  dead  man's  ghost,

    Or  will  he  lie,  beneath  the  clay,

    Or  will  his  spirit  roll  away?

    But  I  know  that  he  won't  stay  without  Melissa.

    Yes  I  know  that  he  won't  stay  without  Melissa.