(subtle guitar music) (mid-tempo rock music) ♪ 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 ♪ (lively harmonica music) ♪ Well, she moved down here at the age of 18 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ (upbeat rock music) ♪ 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 ♪ (lively harmonica music) ♪ 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 ♪ (upbeat rock guitar music) ♪ There's pigeons down on Market Square ♪ ♪ She's standin' in her underwear ♪ ♪ Lookin' down from a hotel room ♪ ♪ The 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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ (lively harmonica music) (upbeat rock music) (seagulls squawking) (waves crashing)
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