She grew up in a 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 an Indiana night

Well she moved down here at the age of eighteen,
She blew the boys away; 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"

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One 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 but I've been told, you never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' 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

One 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 on Market Square,
She's standing in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room,
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, I walked to the road

One 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