Melissa — текст песни (The Allman Brothers)

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?

But I know that he won`t stay without Melissa.

Yes I know that he won`t stay without Melissa.