9 acessos
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"