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She grew up in an 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
Whoo-ooh!
Whoo-ooh!
Well, she moved down here at 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 creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again
Whoo-ooh!
Whoo-ooh!
Well, I don't know, but I've been told
You never slowed down, you never grow old
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 standin' in her underwear
Lookin' 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