(Composição: Gregg Allman, Stephen Alaimo e Steve Alaimo) 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 sighs 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 float away? But I know that he won't stay without Melissa Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa
