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**I Said, ''i Dig You Baby, But I Got To Keep Movin'' On.**lf**Keep Movin'' On.''**lf****lf**Last Dance With Mary Jane, One More Time To Kill The Pain.**lf**I Feel Summer Creepin'' In 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, One More Time To Kill The Pain.**lf**I Feel Summer Creepin'' In 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, One More Time To Kill The Pain.**lf**I Feel Summer Creepin'' In And I''m Tired Of This Town Again.