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 By: Jimmy Buffett 1971 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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