White-Wheeled Limousine - Rob Wasserman, Bruce Hornsby, Branford Marsalis

She walked into town in a long white gown

And the band played on with no one around

And the rice was gone hours ago

And the white wheeled limousine’s standing alone

Well, they met at the club where the brasses blow

Where the wine did flow, oh, he moved so slow

But finally one night as the wind stood still

Het got up the nerve and she said «I will»

The day did come and the groomsmen arrived

Came a little early to go over their lines

As they walked to the church on the cobblestones

Was heard in the bushes a moan and a groan

Well, she walked into town in a long white gown

And the band played on with no one around

And the rice was gone hours ago

And the white wheeled limousine’s standing alone

She didn’t want to think that she lived a lie

There was always talk of a wandering eye

He’d come to the club abd he’d look all around

It took a fair-minded man not to wonder aloud

Well, she walked into town in a long white gown

And the band played on with no one around

And the rice was gone, oh hours ago

And the white wheeled limousine’s standing alone

And the father of the bride is drinking so slow