Lyrics:

She grew up in an Indiana town**lf**Had a good-lookin'' mama who never was around**lf**But she grew up tall, and she grew up right**lf**With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights**lf****lf**Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen**lf**She blew the boys away, was more than they''d seen**lf**I was introduced, and we both started groovin''**lf**She said, ''I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin'' on, keep movin'' on''**lf****lf**Last dance with Mary Jane**lf**One more time to kill the pain**lf**I feel summer creepin'' in**lf**And I''m tired of this town again**lf****lf**Well, I don''t know, but I''ve been told**lf**You never slow down, you never grow old**lf**I''m tired of screwin'' up, tired of going down**lf**Tired of myself, tired of this town**lf****lf**Oh, my my, oh, hell yes**lf**Honey, put on that party dress**lf**Buy me a drink, sing me a song**lf**Take me as I come ''cause I can''t stay long**lf****lf**Last dance with Mary Jane**lf**One more time to kill the pain**lf**I feel summer creepin'' in**lf**And I''m tired of this town again**lf****lf**There''s pigeons down on Market Square**lf**She''s standin'' in her underwear**lf**Lookin'' down from a hotel room**lf**Nightfall will be comin'' soon**lf****lf**Oh, my my, oh, hell yes**lf**You got to put on that party dress**lf**It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone**lf**I hit my last number and walked to the road**lf****lf**Last dance with Mary Jane**lf**One more time to kill the pain**lf**I feel summer creepin'' in**lf**And I''m tired of this town again