Lyrics:

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 them Indiana nights

Well, she moved down here at the age of 18
She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started grooving
I said, 'I dig you, baby, but I got to keep moving on
Keep moving 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
And 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 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 and walked to the road
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