She grew up in an indiana town

Had a good lookin' momma 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

It 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' 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 what I've been told

You never slow down

You never grow old

I'm tired of screwing 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 in market square

She's standin' in her underwear

Lookin' down from a hotel room

Nightfall will be comin' soon

Oh my my

Oh hell yes

You've got to put on that party dress

It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone

I hit the 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