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