Текст песни John Prine - You Never Can Tell
John Prine - You Never Can Tell слова песни
It was a teenage weddingAnd the old folks wished em wellYou could see that pierreDid truly love the mademoiselle.And the young monsieur and madameHave rung the chapel bell,"cest la vie,"-say the old folksIt goes to show that you never can tellThey furnished off an apartmentWith a two room roebuck saleThe coolerator was filledWith t.v. dinners and ginger aleBut when pierre found work,The little money comin worked out well"cest la vie,"-say the old folksIt goes to show that you never can tellThey had a hi-fi phonoBoy, did they let it blastSeven hundred little recordsAll rock, rhythm and jazzBut when the sun went downThe rapid tempo of the music fell"cest la vie,"-say the old folksIt goes to show that you never can tellThey bought a souped up jitneytwas a cherry in fifty-threeThey drove it down to new orleansTo celebrate their anniversary.It was there where pierre was weddedTo the lovely mademoiselle,"cest la vie,"-say the old folksIt goes to show that you never can tellIt was a teenage weddingAnd the old folks wished em wellYou could see that pierreDid truly love the mademoiselle.And the young monsieur and madameHave rung the chapel bell,"cest la vie,"-say the old folksIt goes to show that you never can tell