Letras
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good lookin' mamma who never was around
She grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights
Well she moved down here at the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away as more than they had seen
I was introduced and we first started groovin'
I said I dig ya 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
Well I don't know but I been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, I'm tired of goin' down
I'm tired of myself, I'm 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
Looking down from her hotel room
Not for long, they're coming soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You gotta put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit my 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