Lyrics:

She grew up in an Indiana town,
Had a good-lookin 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 eighteen.
She blew the boys away, was more than theyd seen.
I was introduced and we both started groovin.
I 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 Im tired of this town again.
Well, I dont know, but Ive been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old.
Im tired of screwin 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 cant stay long.
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin in and Im tired of this town again.
Theres pigeons down on Market Square.
Shes standin in her underwear,
Lookin down from a hotel room.
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 Im tired of this town again.