Sweet Melissa
by the Allman Brothers

Crossroads seem to come & go, yeah
Gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many loving nights
Bearing sorrow having fun
But back home you'll always run
To sweet Melissa, mmm

Freight train, each car looks the same
All the same
No one knows the gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sigh
There are no blankets where he's lying
Lord, in deepest dreams the gypsy's flyin'
With sweet Melissa, mmm

Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sun beams shining through his hair
Not enough to have a care
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on

Crossroads, will you ever let him go, go, Lord
Will you hide the dead man's gold
Or will he lie beneath the plains
Or will his spirit fall away
But I know he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
No, no, mmm