Such is Life (C'est La Vie)

He smelled like marijuana
Two-finger cologne
He smoked his regal cigarettes
Through an ancient saxophone

He used to ride the Holy Wind
He called it ‘catching air’
There ain’t a bone he hadn’t broken
There ain’t a jump he didn’t dare

He was a stove-up gifted dreamer
Holding on the best he could
Riding out on six mean strings
And trips to Hollywood

That’s a ‘46 Indian
Leaking oil in his garage
If he lifts the door far enough
You can see his Great Mirage

Said, “C’est la vie”
“Say it to me”
“C’est la vie”
“Won’t you sing it it to me”

Now you never know where he’s going
So hang tight and razor sharp
If you’re keeping up with the Devil
Or smokin’ that old mouthharp

He sang one for Jimmy Martin
And he painted David Mann
On a flathead Gibson schooner
He’s ridin’ once again

REPEAT CHORUS

Now the last time I rode with him
He gave me that old Indian
We rolled on out across his Great Divide

His Holy Wind, I gave him back
Now he’s riding on the Zodiac
And such, my friends, is life

CHORUS X 2