C                                                G
She said she had no money But he was in doubt 
Am                 
He told her, "I used to be in too" 
       Em
But now he was out 
F                                         
"Spare some small change lady 
G                              Am
And I'll be on my way" 


C                                              G
She looked into his eyes And deep in his soul 
Am
I know she was wondering 
    Em
If he was in control 
        F                                         G
She muttered to herself, "Those beggars, 
                                   Am
Where do they all come from?" 


Am          C                                 G
He said, "I'm not a homeless man 
         F              Em
I'm a gypsy by trade 
               Am
And I'm travelling this land 
       G                                       Am
I'm not a homeless man" 


C                                                             G
He moved through the streets  With his headband low 
            Am
Never thinking he would never see 
          Em
That woman again, you know 
F
Just sleeping in the doorways 
         G                               Am
And alleys like he always had 
C                                  G
The years rolled by And later on 
        Am                                    Em
He spotted an old woman All tattered and worn 


   F
Hard times had got her 
  G                                            Am
Her clothes were ragged and old 
                  C                               G
She said, "I'm not a homeless woman 
          F                Em                  Am
I'm a gypsy by trade  And I'm travelling this land
         G                                     Am
I'm not a homeless woman" 


C                                          G
Sometime in the daytime Sometimes at night 
                Am                                        Em   
You will see a couple walking They'll come into sight 
F                            G
Pushing their carts 
                     Am
And holding hands 


C                                       G
If you ask to help They'll just run away 
Am                          Em
Like little children, out to play 
F                                           G
And if you ask, "Who are you" 
                         Am
They'll always say 


C                                    G
"I'm not a homeless man 
          F                     Em 
I'm a gypsy by trade 
               Am
And I'm travelling this land 


         G
She's not a homeless woman 
               Am
I'm not a homeless man"