(verse 1)
She grew up in an Indiana town,
Had a good lookin' momma who never was around,
But she grew up tall and she grew up right,
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night,
(verse 2)
Last dance with Mary Jane,
One more time to kill the flame,
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm,
Tired of this town again,
(verse 3)
Last dance with Mary Jane,
One more time to kill the flame,
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm,
Tired of this town again,
(verse 4)
Last dance with Mary Jane,
One more time to kill the flame,
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm,
Tired of this town again,