Lyrics Emmylou Harris – (You Never Can Tell) C’est La Vie
Text:
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
Have rung the chapel bell
«C’est la vie» say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
With T.V. dinners and ginger ale
When Pierre found work
A little money comin’ worked out well
«C’est la vie», say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
All rock, rhythm, and jazz
When the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
«C’est la vie» say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney
T’was a cherry-red fifty three
Drove it down to Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre
Was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
It goes to show you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
Have rung the chapel bell
«C’est la vie» say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
«C’est la vie» say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
«C’est la vie» say the old folks
It goes to slow you never can tell
Album
Emmylou Harris – Emmylou Harris - Luxury Liner
