Jimmy Buffett - Ace lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Ace lyrics]
It 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
The gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names
So I just called him Ace
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
He makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Born in Mississippi
Picking cotton as a child
He left soon for the city where
He heard that life was wild
But that was fifty years ago
And nothing's really strange
From a poor dirt farm to dirty
Streets is really not much change
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
He 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
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
He makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
And this old world has left poor Ace behind
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
The gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names
So I just called him Ace
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
He makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Born in Mississippi
Picking cotton as a child
He left soon for the city where
He heard that life was wild
But that was fifty years ago
And nothing's really strange
From a poor dirt farm to dirty
Streets is really not much change
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
He 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
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
He makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
And this old world has left poor Ace behind