Homeless

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 --- Homeless - J.J. Cale