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