Homeless

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"

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