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 they'd 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 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 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 creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again.
There's pigeons down on Market Square.
She's standin' in her underwear,
Lookin' down from a hotel room.
And 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.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comLast dance with Mary Jane,
one more time to kill the pain.
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town
again.