Cest La Vie chords by Robby Longo

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

| A     | A     | A     | D     |



Verse 1:
     D*                     D
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished'em well,
     D                     A
you could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle.
     A                       A
Now, the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
     A                           D
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.

Verse 2:
        D                     D
They furnished off an appartment with a two room Roebuck sale,
     D                      A
the coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and gingerale.
     A                          A
But when Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well,
     A                           D
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.

Verse 3:
      D                 D
They had a hif-fi phone, boy, did they let it blast:
   D                       A
seven hundred little records, all rockin' rhythm and jazz.
       A                     A
But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell,
     A                           D
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.

Interlude:
| A     | A     | A     | D     |

Verse 4:
       D*                     D
They bought a souped up jitney, 't was a cherry red fifty tree,
       D                     A
they drove it to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary.
    A                          A
It was there where Pierre was wadded to that loveley madamoiselle,
     A                           D
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.

Verse 1: (Reprise and Ending)
     D                      D
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished'em well,
     D                     A
you could see that Pierre did truley love the madamoiselle.
    A                        A
Now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapell bell,
     A                           D
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.
     A                           D
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.
     A                           D
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.
A     D


🏷Legend: * means "ring" (1 strum down and wait)