Ace Lyrics

	Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：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

	Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: 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 goodbye
	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

	Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: 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 goodbye
	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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