C
She said she had no money
                    G
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?"

            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
He moved through the streets
                      G
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
He spotted an old woman