If he was in control
I'm not a homeless man
She muttered to herself
They'll come into sight
Sometimes at night
And alleys like he always had
She said "I'm not a homeless woman
I'm a gypsy by trade
I'm not a homeless woman
All tattered and worn
She's not a homeless woman
"Those beggars where do they all come from?
Just sleepin' in the doorways
They'll just run away
And if you ask
Spare some small change lady
And I'm travelin' this land
That woman again, you know
Her clothes were ragged and old
And deep in his soul
I'm a gypsy by trade
And I'm travelin' this land"
With his headband low
Pushin' their carts
"I'm not a homeless man
He spotted an old woman
And holdin' hands
And I'm travelin' this land
Never thinkin' he would ever see
He told her "I used to be in too
I'm a gypsy by trade
And I'm travelin' this land"
Like little children out to play
He moved through the streets
If you ask to help
Sometime in the daytime
She looked into his eyes
And I'll be on my way"
You will see a couple walkin'
Hard times had got her
And later on
But now he was out
I know she was wonderin'
I'm a gypsy by trade
"I'm not a homeless man
I'm not a homeless man
The years rolled by
"Who are you?
They'll always say
He said, "I'm not a homeless man
