Ace

Artysta: Lobo

Wyswietleń: 3



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

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 knowin` what he`s gonna find

Born in Mississippi pickin` cotton as a child
Left soon for the city where he heard that life was wild
That was fifty years ago when nothin`s really strange
From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets is really not much change

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 knowin` what he`s gonna find

Go back to the country no he really can`t do that
Wasted years have left him nothin` but an old straw hat
So he puts it on his head and waves a last good-bye
With 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
Makes his living on the street
Never knowin` what he`s gonna find

This old world has left poor Ace behind





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