J.J. Cale – Homeless (Ukulele)

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She said she had no money But he was in doubt 

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He told her, "I used to be in too" 

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But now he was out 

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"Spare some small change lady 

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And I'll be on my way" 

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She looked into his eyes And deep in his soul 

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I know she was wondering 

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If he was in control 

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She muttered to herself, "Those beggars, 

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Where do they all come from?" 

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He said, "I'm not a homeless man 

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I'm a gypsy by trade 

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And I'm travelling this land 

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I'm not a homeless man" 

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He moved through the streets  With his headband low 

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Never thinking he would never see 

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That woman again, you know 

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Just sleeping in the doorways 

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And alleys like he always had 

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The years rolled by And later on 

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He spotted an old woman All tattered and worn 

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Hard times had got her 

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Her clothes were ragged and old 

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She said, "I'm not a homeless woman 

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I'm a gypsy by trade  And I'm travelling this land

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I'm not a homeless woman" 

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Sometime in the daytime Sometimes at night 

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You will see a couple walking They'll come into sight 

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Pushing their carts 

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And holding hands 

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If you ask to help They'll just run away 

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Like little children, out to play 

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And if you ask, "Who are you" 

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They'll always say 

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"I'm not a homeless man 

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I'm a gypsy by trade 

               Am
And I'm travelling this land 

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She's not a homeless woman 

               Am
I'm not a homeless man"