She grew up in a Indiana town
Had a good lookin' mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night
Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
She said, 'I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin' on
Keep movin' onâ?
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
Well, I don't know but I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' 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 'cause 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 on Market Square
She's standing in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
Nightfall will be coming soon
Oh my, my, oh hell, yes
You got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone
I hit my last number, I 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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