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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 fall away?
But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.
Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.
RP never seems to miss the inspirations.
Well played
Newly released from High School and traveling this country, one I'd never really seen for having grown up a military brat in countries overseas. This tune was one of my traveling songs then....and is still one of my traveling songs now.
A lot of time and road from then to now. I've been stupid and I've been brilliant along that way, but I'm still here with most of my marbles intact, I've been poor, especially at the beginning; and I've had more money than my military father could have ever dreamed. But today I'm just a hi-tech nomad don't'cha know, with little need for all that used to drive me, traveling on and moving light. And I still have my health, amazingly enough, though the mirror says "Son you've got some wear and tear on you now."
Truth be told maybe I've done it all for lack of a proper Melissa, though there have been a few who I tried to fit the bill and failed. Then again maybe I'd have done it just the same even if I'd known how it would all end up.
Regardless I've always thought this was a beautifully done song, a counterpoint to my life.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Great story which, with a few minor tweaks, could be my own. Army brat, highs and lows and always a vagabond. Some health issues have slowed me down now but wouldn't change anything, it's been a good life!
Such a beautiful song. My name is Melissa, so of course it's my favorite. Even after finding out that the girl who inspired the famous Melissa was a toddler!
Gregg had the song written, but couldn't quite find the right girl's name to fit the melody. Needed something 3 syllable. Walking in a grocery store one day, this little girl runs past him. And he heard a Spanish woman yell after her "Melissa, Melissa come back, Melissa!" And he thought - that's it!
The name Melissa always does sound best with a Spanish accent :)
And now I like this song even more. Thanks misfitz!
If you're ever in Macon -- about an hour south of the Atlanta International Airport (Idlewild South!) -- you can easily visit the graves: Duane, Greg, and Berry Oakley are in Rose Hill Cemetery a short walk from Elizabeth Reed, Little Martha, and the brick wall background for "The Allman Brothers" back cover.
The following can be found by searching Google Maps for 'Duane Allman Grave':
GPS: 32.847266, -83.631513
Google: R9W9+V9 Macon, Georgia
New brick retaining walls and a taller fence have been installed since Greg was buried there. It's a nice place, even where the train rolls through.
As a former Maconite, I can attest that the Rose Hill Cemetery is a worth visit. Bring your favorite Allman's track, a cool brew, and breath in the humid Southern air. Peace.
The following can be found by searching Google Maps for 'Duane Allman Grave':
GPS: 32.847266, -83.631513
Google: R9W9+V9 Macon, Georgia
New brick retaining walls and a taller fence have been installed since Greg was buried there. It's a nice place, even where the train rolls through.
I’ve been a fan of the Allman Brothers music for decades. So, when riding across the deep south on a road trip I decided to visit the bands home, which is now a museum in Macon. But it's closed on Wednesday's. Guess what day I swung into town!
Gregg had the song written, but couldn't quite find the right girl's name to fit the melody. Needed something 3 syllable. Walking in a grocery store one day, this little girl runs past him. And he heard a Spanish woman yell after her "Melissa, Melissa come back, Melissa!" And he thought - that's it!
The name Melissa always does sound best with a Spanish accent :)
Find them by searching Google Maps for 'Duane Allman Grave', or try these coordinates:
GPS: 32.847266, -83.631513
Google: R9W9+V9 Macon, Georgia
New brick retaining walls and a taller fence have been installed since Greg was buried there. It's a nice place, even when the train rolls through.
Someone is out of their fucking mind
Wonderful noise!
Um, what? Are you kidding?
Answering the question "Who the hell hates the Allman Brothers?".
Long ago some old friends and I drove to Macon, Georgia, and we passed around reefer joints as we stood by Duane Allman's grave...
this music is heavenly...
Newly released from High School and traveling this country, one I'd never really seen for having grown up a military brat in countries overseas. This tune was one of my traveling songs then....and is still one of my traveling songs now.
A lot of time and road from then to now. I've been stupid and I've been brilliant along that way, but I'm still here with most of my marbles intact, I've been poor, especially at the beginning; and I've had more money than my military father could have ever dreamed. But today I'm just a hi-tech nomad don't'cha know, with little need for all that used to drive me, traveling on and moving light. And I still have my health, amazingly enough, though the mirror says "Son you've got some wear and tear on you now."
Truth be told maybe I've done it all for lack of a proper Melissa, though there have been a few who I tried to fit the bill and failed. Then again maybe I'd have done it just the same even if I'd known how it would all end up.
Regardless I've always thought this was a beautifully done song, a counterpoint to my life.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Nice post and a great song
Newly released from High School and traveling this country, one I'd never really seen for having grown up a military brat in countries overseas. This tune was one of my traveling songs then....and is still one of my traveling songs now.
A lot of time and road from then to now. I've been stupid and I've been brilliant along that way, but I'm still here with most of my marbles intact, I've been poor, especially at the beginning; and I've had more money than my military father could have ever dreamed. But today I'm just a hi-tech nomad don't'cha know, with little need for all that used to drive me, traveling on and moving light. And I still have my health, amazingly enough, though the mirror says "Son you've got some wear and tear on you now."
Truth be told maybe I've done it all for lack of a proper Melissa, though there have been a few who I tried to fit the bill and failed. Then again maybe I'd have done it just the same even if I'd known how it would all end up.
Regardless I've always thought this was a beautifully done song, a counterpoint to my life.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
it has been a while.
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
you've got my vote bro ; )
Agreed.
Perfection.
Everybody in my mushrooming multitude of churches be dancing buck ass naked all over the world like bowlegged gypsy muleskinners... love this song soooo much... love sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll...
So it goes.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Long ago some old friends and I drove to Macon, Georgia, and we passed around reefer joints as we stood by Duane Allman's grave...
this music is heavenly...
Still have the album.
Talk about leaving the party too early, miss ya Berry.
marvelous... love it...
Everybody in my church loves this song!!!!
BORING BROTHERS BAND
(album is great, of course!)
My best friend in college was always seriously dating one girl or another, but always breaking up with them also. Then he met Melissa who he was completely crazy about and totally in love with, until he wasn't and, of course, broke up with her. So three of us are sitting around on an afternoon playing our guitars and in walks my best friend with a totally glum look on his face for he is, for this brief moment anyway, without a girlfriend. "Hey, let's play one for Bill". We launch into a great, for us anyway, version of this song. Bill flips us the bird and walks out of the room. We all collapse in laughter at our dear friend's expense.
Ahh, college life!
So true.