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