Melissa - Live At Piedmont Park, Atlanta, GA - September 2007

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

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

Again the mornings come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeams shining through his hair
Appearing not to have a care
Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on

Crossroads, will you ever let him go?
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 without Melissa

Sometimes when I, I leave Atlanta
I'm sad to go
Other times, when I leave Atlanta, I'm a little blurry
'Cause y'all know how to have a good time here
Thank you so much for having it with us