Homeless

C                                 
She said she had no money But he 
               G
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                                 
She looked into his eyes And deep 
             G
in his soul
Am
I know she was wondering
    Em
If he was in control
        F                      
She muttered to herself, "Those 
                   G
beggars,
Where do they all come from?"
Am


Am          C                    
He said, "I'm not a homeless man
             G

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


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C                                 
He moved through the streets  With
                            G
 his headband low
            Am
Never thinking he would never see
          Em
That woman again, you know
F
Just sleeping in the doorways
         G                         
And alleys like he always had
      Am

C                                  G
The years rolled by And later on
        Am                         
He spotted an old woman All 
           Em
tattered and worn



   F
Hard times had got her
  G                                
Her clothes were ragged and old
            Am

                  C                
She said, "I'm not a homeless woman
               G

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


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

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

                         Am
They'll always say

C                                 
"I'm not a homeless man
   G

          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"