Mary Jane's Last Dance
Lyrics
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 nightsfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentationa subtle use of vocal harmony
mild rhythmic syncopation
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
mixed minor & major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
electric guitar riffs
an electric guitar solo
a dynamic male vocalist
a prominent harmonica part
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I feel summer creepin' in I hit my last number and walked to the road Last dance with Mary Jane I feel summer creepin' in Well, I don't know, but I've been told She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen Buy me a drink, sing me a song Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long One more time to kill the pain Keep movin' on I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down There's pigeons down on Market Square Tired of myself, tired of this town But she grew up tall and she grew up right And I'm tired of this town again I said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on" Honey, put on that party dress And I'm tired of this town again Had a good-lookin' mama who never was around Oh, my my, oh, hell yes She grew up in an Indiana town Publisher: GONE GATOR MUSIC Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen Last dance with Mary Jane It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone One more time to kill the pain She's standin' in her underwear I feel summer creepin' in With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights And I'm tired of this town again One more time to kill the pain Lookin' down from a hotel room You got to put on that party dress The nightfall will be comin' soon You never slow down, you never grow old Oh, my my, oh, hell yes I was introduced and we both started groovin' Last dance with Mary Jane Songwriter: Tom Petty


