Текст Gregg Allman – Melissa

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
No one knows the gypsy’s name
And no one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
In deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa

Again, the mornings come
Again, he’s on the run
A sunbeam’s shinin’ through his hair
Fear not to have a care
Pick up your gear, gypsy roll on
Roll on

Crossroads, will you ever let him go?
Lord, Lord, Lord
Or will you hide the dead man’s ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
But, I know he won’t stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know he won’t stay, yeah
Without Melissa