1. C
She said she had no money But he was in doubt G
Am
He told her, "I used to be in too"
But nowEm
he was out
F
"Spare some small change lady G
And I'll be on my way" Am
2. She looked into his eyes And deep in his soul
I know she was wondering
If he was in control
She muttered to herself, "Those beggars,
Where do they all come from?"
Am
He said, "I'C
m not a homeless man G
I'm a gypF
sy by trade Em
And I'm travelliAm
ng this land
I'm notG
a homeless man" Am
C
He moved through the streets With his headband low G
Never thinkiAm
ng he would never see
That woman Em
again, you know
F
Just sleeping in the doorways
And alleyG
s like he always had Am
C
The years rolled by And later on G
He spotteAm
d an old woman All tattered and worn Em
HardF
times had got her
HerG
clothes were ragged and old Am
She said, "I'm not C
a homeless woman G
I'm a gypsyF
by trade And I'Em
m travelling this lAm
and
I'm not aG
homeless woman" Am
C
Sometime in the daytime Sometimes at night G
You will see a couAm
ple walking They'll come into sight Em
F
Pushing their carts G
And holding hands Am
C
If you ask to help They'll just run away G
Am
Like little children, out to Em
play
F
And if you ask, "Who are you" G
They'll always say Am
C
"I'm not a homeless man G
I'm a gypsF
y by trade Em
And I'm travelliAm
ng this land
She's notG
a homeless woman
I'm not a homeleAm
ss man"