Jimmy Buffett – Ace (Guitar)

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It hardly seems a long time, just a minute of the day

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but the man who stood beside me more than gave himself away;

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the food stain on his spotted shirt, the gray beard on his face,

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a man composed of many names, so I just called him Ace.

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But Ace can't read and Ace can't write and he sleeps on a bench at night,

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  a little man the world has left behind.

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  He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet, makes his living on the street.

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  never knowing what he's gonna find.

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Born in Mississippi, picking cotton as a child,

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he left soon for the city where he heard that life was wild.

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But that was 50 years ago and nothing 's really strange

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from a poor dirt farm to dirty streets is really not much change.

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But Ace can't read and Ace can't write and he sleeps on a bench at night,

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  a little man the world has left behind.

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  He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet, makes his living on the street.

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  never knowing what he's gonna find.

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Go back to the country, now he really can't do that,

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wasted years have left him nothing but an old straw hat.

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So he puts it on his head and waves a last goodbye,

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no time left to turn around and no time to ask why.

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But Ace can't read and Ace can't write and he sleeps on a bench at night,

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  a little man the world has left behind.

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  He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet, makes his living on the street,

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  never knowing what he's gonna find

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and this old world has left poor Ace be - [Outro] hind.