| Song | Ace Insurance Man |
| Artist | Bobbie Gentry |
| Album | Ode To Bobbie Gentry... The Capitol Years |
| 作词 : Gentry | |
| Two men sittin' in straight back chairs | |
| Feet propped up on the railin' | |
| Sittin' in front of the country store | |
| Discussin' how the crops were failin' | |
| About that time a car drove by | |
| With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker | |
| Well that must be the man been courtin' Abell | |
| He's somethin' of a city slicker | |
| (Ah, you can tell just from the way he's drivin' that car) | |
| Do you reckon he's goin' up to see Abell | |
| You know her daddy went to Maben this day | |
| And her mommas been in Arkansas with her ailin' pa | |
| Ain't nobody home that way | |
| (Ha ha, 'cept Abell) | |
| Now, I don't mean nothing by what I say | |
| But if you won't say it, I can | |
| She ain't got no bid'ness alone | |
| With that Ace Insurance man | |
| (Why there's just no tellin' what might happen) | |
| People ought to keep an eye on they're kids | |
| You remember 'bout Abby Mcguinness | |
| Why'it, lik'ta kill'ed her ma when she found out about it | |
| Course I know it ain't none of my bid'ness | |
| But uh, well, if it was me, if it was me | |
| It might be too late and it would be a pity | |
| Better call up the sheriff in Calhoun city | |
| And have the preacher organize a 'vestigating committee | |
| To see what's going on | |
| (Yes, sir, and we'd better hurry) | |
| Tearing down the road in a pickup truck | |
| With Bentley out taking the lead | |
| Followed by a tractor and a half lame mule | |
| Dust flyin' as they picked up speed | |
| Faces beaming goodness and their jaw's set hard | |
| Good people just doin' what's right | |
| And off in the distance was Abell's house | |
| And there wasn't a soul in sight | |
| Aw, I could'a told you | |
| (Oh, I just knew it) | |
| Now the gravel was flying as he turned the bend | |
| And screeched to a grinding halt | |
| They went through the fence, into the flower bed | |
| And hit pa's first-prize hog in the head | |
| And left half a dozen mama's chickens for dead | |
| But it wasn't nobody's fault | |
| Oh, look at Harvey's prize hog | |
| And all of them darlin' old grown bad trusty chickens | |
| (We got more important things to tend to, boy) | |
| I wonder if they're covered? | |
| Committee bounded on the front porch | |
| To meet the enemy face to face | |
| But Abell yelled at 'em through the screen door | |
| "Y'all messed up my daddy's place" | |
| But in her hand she waved a policy | |
| Sayin' with a Mona Lisa grin | |
| "Well, y'all timed that one just about right | |
| 'Cause Ace done struck again" |
| zuò cí : Gentry | |
| Two men sittin' in straight back chairs | |
| Feet propped up on the railin' | |
| Sittin' in front of the country store | |
| Discussin' how the crops were failin' | |
| About that time a car drove by | |
| With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker | |
| Well that must be the man been courtin' Abell | |
| He' s somethin' of a city slicker | |
| Ah, you can tell just from the way he' s drivin' that car | |
| Do you reckon he' s goin' up to see Abell | |
| You know her daddy went to Maben this day | |
| And her mommas been in Arkansas with her ailin' pa | |
| Ain' t nobody home that way | |
| Ha ha, ' cept Abell | |
| Now, I don' t mean nothing by what I say | |
| But if you won' t say it, I can | |
| She ain' t got no bid' ness alone | |
| With that Ace Insurance man | |
| Why there' s just no tellin' what might happen | |
| People ought to keep an eye on they' re kids | |
| You remember ' bout Abby Mcguinness | |
| Why' it, lik' ta kill' ed her ma when she found out about it | |
| Course I know it ain' t none of my bid' ness | |
| But uh, well, if it was me, if it was me | |
| It might be too late and it would be a pity | |
| Better call up the sheriff in Calhoun city | |
| And have the preacher organize a ' vestigating committee | |
| To see what' s going on | |
| Yes, sir, and we' d better hurry | |
| Tearing down the road in a pickup truck | |
| With Bentley out taking the lead | |
| Followed by a tractor and a half lame mule | |
| Dust flyin' as they picked up speed | |
| Faces beaming goodness and their jaw' s set hard | |
| Good people just doin' what' s right | |
| And off in the distance was Abell' s house | |
| And there wasn' t a soul in sight | |
| Aw, I could' a told you | |
| Oh, I just knew it | |
| Now the gravel was flying as he turned the bend | |
| And screeched to a grinding halt | |
| They went through the fence, into the flower bed | |
| And hit pa' s firstprize hog in the head | |
| And left half a dozen mama' s chickens for dead | |
| But it wasn' t nobody' s fault | |
| Oh, look at Harvey' s prize hog | |
| And all of them darlin' old grown bad trusty chickens | |
| We got more important things to tend to, boy | |
| I wonder if they' re covered? | |
| Committee bounded on the front porch | |
| To meet the enemy face to face | |
| But Abell yelled at ' em through the screen door | |
| " Y' all messed up my daddy' s place" | |
| But in her hand she waved a policy | |
| Sayin' with a Mona Lisa grin | |
| " Well, y' all timed that one just about right | |
| ' Cause Ace done struck again" |