Homeless

(J.J. Cale)
 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 wondering
 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 travelling this land
 I'm not a homeless man"
 He moved through the streets
 With his headband low
 Never thinking he would never see
 That woman again, you know
 Just sleeping 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 travelling this land
 I'm not a homeless woman"
 Sometime in the daytime
 Sometimes at night
 You will see a couple walking
 They'll come into sight
 Pushing their carts
 And holding 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 travelling this land
 She's not a homeless woman
 I'm not a homeless man"