C5                                                G5
She said she had no money But he was in doubt 
A5                 
He told her, "I used to be in too" 
       E5
But now he was out 
F5                                         
"Spare some small change lady 
G5                              A5
And I'll be on my way" 


C5                                              G5
She looked into his eyes And deep in his soul 
A5
I know she was wondering 
    E5
If he was in control 
        F5                                         G5
She muttered to herself, "Those beggars, 
                                   A5
Where do they all come from?" 


A5          C5                                 G5
He said, "I'm not a homeless man 
         F5              E5
I'm a gypsy by trade 
               A5
And I'm travelling this land 
       G5                                       A5
I'm not a homeless man" 


C5                                                             G5
He moved through the streets  With his headband low 
            A5
Never thinking he would never see 
          E5
That woman again, you know 
F5
Just sleeping in the doorways 
         G5                               A5
And alleys like he always had 
C5                                  G5
The years rolled by And later on 
        A5                                    E5
He spotted an old woman All tattered and worn 


   F5
Hard times had got her 
  G5                                            A5
Her clothes were ragged and old 
                  C5                               G5
She said, "I'm not a homeless woman 
          F5                E5                  A5
I'm a gypsy by trade  And I'm travelling this land
         G5                                     A5
I'm not a homeless woman" 


C5                                          G5
Sometime in the daytime Sometimes at night 
                A5                                        E5   
You will see a couple walking They'll come into sight 
F5                            G5
Pushing their carts 
                     A5
And holding hands 


C5                                       G5
If you ask to help They'll just run away 
A5                          E5
Like little children, out to play 
F5                                           G5
And if you ask, "Who are you" 
                         A5
They'll always say 


C5                                    G5
"I'm not a homeless man 
          F5                     E5 
I'm a gypsy by trade 
               A5
And I'm travelling this land 


         G5
She's not a homeless woman 
               A5
I'm not a homeless man"