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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 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


Mirror lyrics:

She's not a homeless woman

And I'm travelin' this land"

I'm a gypsy by trade

"I'm not a homeless man



I'm not a homeless man

She's not a homeless woman

And I'm travelin' this land"

I'm a gypsy by trade

"I'm not a homeless man



They'll always say

"Who are you?

And if you ask

Like little children out to play

They'll just run away

If you ask to help



And holdin' hands

Pushin' their carts

They'll come into sight

You will see a couple walkin'

Sometimes at night

Sometime in the daytime



I'm not a homeless woman

And I'm travelin' this land

I'm a gypsy by trade

She said "I'm not a homeless woman



Her clothes were ragged and old

Hard times had got her

All tattered and worn

He spotted an old woman

And later on

The years rolled by



And alleys like he always had

Just sleepin' in the doorways

That woman again, you know

Never thinkin' he would ever see

With his headband low

He moved through the streets



I'm not a homeless man

And I'm travelin' this land

I'm a gypsy by trade

He said, "I'm not a homeless man



"Those beggars where do they all come from?

She muttered to herself

If he was in control

I know she was wonderin'

And deep in his soul

She looked into his eyes



And I'll be on my way"

Spare some small change lady

But now he was out

He told her "I used to be in too

But he was in doubt

She said, "She had no money"


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