Allman Brothers Band
By: Guga Fabbr
| Intro [E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| Crossroads | , seem to come and | go, yea | h. |
| E | F#m |
| The gypsy flies from coast to | coast |
| A | Bm | C#m | D |
| Knowing | many, loving n | one, |
| E | F#m | G#m | A |
| Bearing | sorrow havin' fu | n, |
| C | B | E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| But back home he'll always r | un to sweet meliss | a. | .. m | mm.. | . |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| Freight train, | each car looks the sa | me, al | l the same. |
| E | F#m |
| And no one knows the gyp | sy's name |
| A | Bm | C#m | D |
| No one h | ears his lonely s | igh, |
| E | F#m | G#m | A |
| There are no bl | ankets where he lie | s. |
| C | B | E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| In all his deepest dreams the gypsy fl | ies with sweet mel | is | sa.. | . mm | m... |
| E |
| Again the morning's come, |
| D |
| Again he's on the run, |
| A |
| Sunbeams shining through his hair, |
| B |
| Appearing not to have a care. |
| C#m | A | B |
| Well, pick up your gear and gypsy ro | ll on, r | oll on. |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| Crossroads, | will you ever let him g | o? (lord, l | ord) |
| E | F#m |
| Will you hide the dead ma | n's ghost, |
| A | Bm | C#m | D |
| Or will he | lie, beneath the c | lay, |
| E | F#m | G#m | A |
| Or will his spi | rit roll away | ? |
| C | B | E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| But I know that he won't st | ay without melis | sa | . |
| C | B | E | F#m | G#m | F#m |
| Yes I know that he won't st | ay without melis | sa | . |