She grew up in an Indiana town
With a good-looking mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights
She came down here, the age of eighteen
Blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
We were introduced and we both started groovin'
She said "I dig you baby but I gotta keep movin'
On. Keep movin' on.'"
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
And I'm tired of this town again
I don't know what I been told
You never slow down, you never get old
Tired of growin' up, tired of feelin' down
Tired of myself, tired of this town
Oh my my, oh Hell yes
Honey put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come cuz I can't stay long
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
And I'm tired of this town again
There's pigeons down in Market Square
She's standin' in her underwear
Lookin' out of the hotel room
Nightfall will be coming soon
Oh my my, Oh Hell yes
You gotta put on that party dress
Too cold to cry when I woke up alone
Hit the last number, walked to the road
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
And I'm tired of this town again
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