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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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