Saturday night, long phone calls, a pot of French onion soup under my belt, a few too many glasses of wine and then this song pops up on the stereo. Sometimes music has a way of stopping you in your tracks, makes you want to put down whatever it was that you were doing and listen. Maybe even sit down, hit restart and really hear what the band has to say. In this case it was more a moment to reflect on the one thing that I can't do that this gypsy in the song can do, and that's run home to Melissa. Some can, while others sit and listen to old songs and find themselves getting a bit too blue for a Saturday night. Other days, other times, my dear. And the Saturday night just rolls along as I stroll upstairs and look forward to a long evening's worth of deep, dark sleep. Have a great Sunday, M. Mine will be peppered with bits of this song, a soundtrack for my morning, an opening for my day.
Your WHMB
Sweet Melissa by 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 hell always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsys 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 mornings 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 mans ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
Or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he wont stay without Melissa.
Yes I know that he wont stay without Melissa."
To all all the Melissas who loved this song:
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