She grew up in a Indiana town Had a good-looking 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, the age of 18 She blew the boys away, it was more than they'd seen I was introduced and we both started grooving She said, "I dig you baby but I got to keep movin' On, keep movin' on"
Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creeping 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 screwing up, tired of going 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 creeping in I'm tired of this town again
There's pigeons down on Market Square She's standing in her underwear Looking down from a hotel room The nightfall will be comin' 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 and 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