Homeless

She said, "She had no money"

But he was in doubt

He told her "I used to be in too

But now he was out

Spare some small change lady

And I'll be on my way"

She looked into his eyes

And deep in his soul

I know she was wonderin'

If he was in control

She muttered to herself

"Those beggars where do they all come from?

He said, "I'm not a homeless man

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelin' this land

I'm not a homeless man

He moved through the streets

With his headband low

Never thinkin' he would ever see

That woman again, you know

Just sleepin' in the doorways

And alleys like he always had

The years rolled by

And later on

He spotted an old woman

All tattered and worn

Hard times had got her

Her clothes were ragged and old

She said "I'm not a homeless woman

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelin' this land

I'm not a homeless woman

Sometime in the daytime

Sometimes at night

You will see a couple walkin'

They'll come into sight

Pushin' their carts

And holdin' hands

If you ask to help

They'll just run away

Like little children out to play

And if you ask

"Who are you?

They'll always say

"I'm not a homeless man

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelin' this land"

She's not a homeless woman

I'm not a homeless man

"I'm not a homeless man

I'm a gypsy by trade

And I'm travelin' this land"

She's not a homeless woman