(You Never Can Tell) C'est la Vie

Emmylou Harris

It was a teenage weddingAnd the old folks wished them wellYou could see that PierreDid truly love the mademoiselleAnd now the young monsieur and madameHave rung the chapel bell"C'est la vie", say the old folksIt goes to slow you never can tellThey furnished off an apartmentWith a two room Roebuck saleThe coolerator was crammedWith T.V. dimmers and ginger aleBut when Pierre found workThe little money comin' worked out well"C'est la vie", say the old folksIt goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phonoBoy did they let it blastSeven hundred little recordsAll rockin' rhythm and jazzBut when the sun went downThe rapid tempo of the music fell"C'est la vie", say the old folksIt goes to show you never can tell

they bought a souped-up jitneyT'was a cherry-red fifty nineThey drove it down to New OrleansTo celebrate their anniversaryIt was there that PierreWas wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle"C'est la vie", say the old folksIt goes to show you never can tell

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