Melissa - The Allman Brothers Band

Crossroads, seems to come and go

The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many loving none

Bearin' sorrow havin' fun

But back home he’ll always run

For sweet Melissa

Freight train, each car looks the same

No one knows the gypsy’s name

No one hears his lonely sighs

There are no blankets where he lies

Though in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies

To sweet Melissa

Again the mornin' comes

Again he’s on the run

Sun beams shinin' through his hair

Appearin' not to have a care

So 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?

Lord will he lie, beneath the plain?

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

(That's how the story ends.)