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)
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