Ace - Jimmy Buffett

    Hardly seems a long time
    Just a minute of the day
    But the man who stood beside me
    More than gave himself away
    The food stain on his spotted shirt
    A gray beard on his face
    A man composed of many names
    So I just called him Ace

    Chorus:
    But Ace can't read and Ace can't write
    And he sleeps on a bench at night
    A little man the world has left behind
    He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
    Makes his living on the street
    Never knowing what he's gonna find

    Born in Mississippi
    Picking cotton as a child
    Left soon for the city
    Where he heard that life was wild
    That was fifty years ago
    When nothing's really strange
    >From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets
    Is really not much change

    Chorus:
    And Ace can't read and Ace can't write
    And he sleeps on a bench at night
    A little man the world has left behind
    He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
    Makes his living on the street
    Never knowing what he's gonna find

    Go back to the country
    No he really can't do that
    Wasted years have left him
    Nothing but an old straw hat
    So he puts it on his head
    And waves a last good-bye
    No time left to turn around
    And no time to ask why

    Chorus:
    Ace can't read and Ace can't write
    And he sleeps on a bench at night
    A little man the world has left behind
    He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
    Makes his living on the street
    Never knowing what he's gonna find
    And this old world has left poor Ace behind
     

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