Ace

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[Verse 1]
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It hardly seems a long time, just 
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a minute of the day
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but the man who stood beside me 
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more than gave himself away;
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the food stain on his spotted 
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shirt, the gray beard on his face,
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a man composed of many names, so 
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I just called him Ace.

[Chorus]
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But Ace can't read and Ace can't 
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write and he sleeps on a bench at 
night,
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  a little man the world has left
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 behind.
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  He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet,
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 makes his living on the street.
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  never knowing what he's gonna 
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find.

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[Verse 2]
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Born in Mississippi, picking 
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cotton as a child,
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he left soon for the city where he 
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heard that life was wild.
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But that was 50 years ago and 
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nothing 's really strange
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from a poor dirt farm to dirty 
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streets is really not much 
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change.

[Chorus]
    Bb                 F       
But Ace can't read and Ace can't 
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write and he sleeps on a bench at 
night,
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  a little man the world has left
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 behind.
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  He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet,
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 makes his living on the street.
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  never knowing what he's gonna 
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find.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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Go back to the country, now he 
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really can't do that,
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wasted years have left him nothing
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 but an old straw hat.
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So he puts it on his head and 
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waves a last goodbye,
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no time left to turn around and 
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no time to ask why.

[End-Chorus]
    Bb                 F       
But Ace can't read and Ace can't 
            C              F
write and he sleeps on a bench at 
night,
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  a little man the world has left
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 behind.
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  He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet,
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 makes his living on the street,
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  never knowing what he's gonna 
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find
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and this old world has left poor Ace
 be - [Other] hind.

[Other]
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