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 rightWith 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.” Chorus: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.
ChorusThere’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. Chorus