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 sigh, 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 roll away?
Berry Oakley, Jaimoe Johanny Johansen and Butch Trucks Copyright 1972 Unichappel Music, Inc., F.R. Betts Music, Elijah Blue Music and Peer International Corp. Instrumental
Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door. Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door. Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor; If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more. So raise our window baby, I can ease out soft and slow. And lord, your neighbors, no they won't be Talking that stuff that they don't know.
Lord, I'm foolish to be here in the first place, I know some man gonna walk in and take my place. Ain't no way in the world, I'm going out that front door Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know. Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know. Cause there's a man down there,
Freely Lord, it just might happen to be your man... Lord, it just a might be your man, Oh baby, I just don't know...
Don't care how long you go, I don't care how long you stay, it's good kind treatment, bring you home someday. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Now you keep on bettin', that the dice won't pass. Well I know, and I know, whoa, oh you're livin' too fast. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Yeah, I'll tell everybody, in my neighborhood. You're a kind little woman, but you don't do me no good. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. I know you're leaving, if you call that's gone. Oh without my lovin' yeah, oh, you can't stay long. Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Well good bye baby, yeah well take my hand. I don't want no woman no, who can't have no man. But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble, poor me, anymore. Trouble no more. Oh yeah... yeah babe.
Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know
*You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah.
Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere. Goin to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there