Letra de Ace - Jimmy Buffett

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

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