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 Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel somethin' creepin' in And I've tired out of this town again Ooh ooh Ooh 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 Jane One 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 Jane One 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 © GONE GATOR MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com