Melissa by The 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

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
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies with 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? 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
Lord, Lord, it's all the same

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