Knowing many, loving none/Bearing sorrow, havin' fun/But back home he'll always run.....

[WritingIsMyReligion]

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.

Pwnage by the Allman Brothers. Rumored to be about/reference the mystical bluesman Robert Johnson.

[wildhorses]

1. always did like that song.

sweet melissa...

robert johnson:thumbsup:

[WritingIsMyReligion]

2. Now I'm listening to "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" from FILLMORE EAST.

:headbang:

[wildhorses]

3. rock out, dude

:yourock:

[WritingIsMyReligion]

4. O yeah.

:thumbsup:

:hi: