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 right
With them 
Indiana boys on a 
Indiana night(Hey eee)(Hey eee)
Well, she move down here at the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away, was more than they've seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
Said, "I dig you baby, but you got to keep movin' on"
Keep movin' on
Last dance with 
Mary JaneOne more time to kill the pain
I feel somethin' creepin' in
And I've tired out of this town again
Ooh oohOoh ooh
Well I don't know what 
I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
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 as I come, 'cause 
I can't stay long
Last dance with 
Mary JaneOne more time to kill the pain
I feel somethin' creepin' in
And I've tired out of this town again
There's pigeons now on market square
She's standin' in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
And 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 the last number, 
I walk to the road
Last dance with 
Mary JaneOne more time to kill the pain
I feel somethin' creepin' in
And I've tired out of this town again
Raa baa raa baa ruu, raa raa
Raa baa raa baa ruu, raa raa