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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 wondering

 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 travelling this land

 I'm not a homeless man"

He moved through the streets With his headband low

 Never thinking he would never see

 That woman again, you know

Just sleeping 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 travelling this land

 I'm not a homeless woman"

Sometime in the daytime Sometimes at night

 You will see a couple walking They'll come into sight

Pushing their carts

 And holding 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 travelling this land

 She's not a homeless woman

 I'm not a homeless man"