(Chuck Berry)
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It was a teenage wedding
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And the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre
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Did truly love the mademoiselle
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And now the young monsieur and madame
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Have rung the chapel bell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to slow you never can tell
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They furnished off an apartment
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With a two room Roebuck sale
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The coolerator was crammed
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With T.V. dimmers and ginger ale
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But when Pierre found work
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The little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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They had a hi-fi phono
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Boy did they let it blast
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Seven hundred little records
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All rockin' rhythm and jazz
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But when the sun went down
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The rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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they bought a souped-up jitney
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T'was a cherry-red fifty nine
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They drove it down to New Orleans
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To celebrate their anniversary
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It was there that Pierre
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Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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(You Never Can Tell) C'est La Vie
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| Emmylou Harris |
