In a sixty-eigtht camero a little girl,
Oh, she's flying like an arrow out
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,
And all the big white houses
down on St Charles Avenue
Well, she twenty-one in 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,
The don't know there ain't no shortcut
They don't know the simple rule,
if it sounds too good to be true
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,
I don't care what he's telling you,
if it sounds too good to be true
A tender hearts an easy victim
And they always seem to pick them,
The don't know there ain't no shortcut
They don't know the simple rule,
if it sounds too good to be true
