You Never Can Tell John Prine
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It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the Mademoiselle
And the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was filled
With TV Dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that 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
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
They bought a souped up jitney
'Twas a cherry in fifty-three
They drove it down to New Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the Mademoiselle
And the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
And the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the Mademoiselle
And the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was filled
With TV Dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that 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
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
They bought a souped up jitney
'Twas a cherry in fifty-three
They drove it down to New Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the Mademoiselle
And the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie," -Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
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