In a sixty-eigtht camero a little girl, and big four lanes   Oh, she's flying like an arrow out across the Pontchartrain   To a man down in New Orleans, says he loves her eyes of blue   Swears she'll never want for nothing, he shounds too good to be true      She's dreaming of the parties, he's sure to take her to   And all the big white houses down on St Charles Avenue   Well, she twenty-one in May, to shake the small down blues   She knows right where she's heading and it's too good to be true      Take the heart, it's an easy victim for and old silver tongue   And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young   The don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness   They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true   It probably is      As she can see those city lights she should be full of hope   Suddenly she hears her daddy and the last words that he spoke   Sister, always be a good girl, please remember this   I don't care what he's telling you, if it sounds too good to be true   It probably is      A tender hearts an easy victim for an old silver tongue   And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young   The don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness   They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true   It probably is   They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true   It probably is      In a sixty-eigtht camero, a little girl, and big four lanes   Well, she's flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain