She grew up in Indiana town,
With a good lookin' mama who never was around.
She grew up tall and she grew up right
With those Indiana boys and those 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'
She said, "I thank you, baby, but I gotta 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 and you never grow old.
I'm tired of screwin' up and tired of goin' down,
Tired of myself and tired of this town,
Oh my, my, oh [bad word] yeah, honey put on that party dress.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
Take me as [bad word] 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 now on Market Square,
She's standing there in her underwear.
Lookin' from a hotel room,
Nightfall will [bad word] soon.
Oh my, my, oh [bad word] yeah, honey put on that party dress.
It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone.
I hit my last number and I walked on road.

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.