She grew up in an Indiana town Had a good lookin' momma 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, it 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" 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 screwing up, I'm tired of goin' down I'm tired of myself, I'm 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 Nightfall will be comin' soon Oh my my, oh hell yes You've got to put on that party dress It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone I hit the last number, I walked to the 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