Jean et Martine

Jean the trucker drives down the road
There are trees, there are fields
The rain's pouring down in big drops
There are the turns, there’s the wind
There’s the cold and the sunshine
There’s the day, there’s the night
And the tiredness, and the sleep
And the fifteen tons make a lot of noise
But there’s also at home
His little Martine and her song

"Jean's coming back from his tour
Sings Martine in her kitchen
He’ll surely be worn out
He’ll have that poor little look
But I can watch him
And kiss him while he eats
And take care of him, cuddle him
And snuggle up on his chest
Later when he falls asleep
I’ll be in his arms…

There’s fog at his window
Martine waits… The doorbell rang
It’s a man with a letter
He looks dark and troubled
"The Company… Condolences..."
"An accident… Sign here..."
There are the funerals and the insurance..."
Yet Martine doesn’t understand
It’s not true… she doesn’t believe it
In five minutes he’ll be here...

Jean's coming back from his tour
Sings Martine in her kitchen
He’ll surely be worn out
He’ll have that poor little look
I’m going to take care of him, cuddle him…
And snuggle up on his chest
Later when he falls asleep…
No! No! No!...

Jean… Jean…
Oh! Jean!...