Mary Jane's Last Dance (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

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 an Indiana night Well, she moved down here at the age of 18 She blew the boys away, it was more than they'd seen I was introduced and we both started groovin' She said, "I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin' on, uh, keep movin' on" Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again Well, I don't know, but I've been told You never slow down, you never grow old I'm tired of screwing up, tired of goin' down Tired of myself, tired of this town Oh, my, my, oh, hell yes You've got to put on that party dress Buy me a drink, sing me a song Take me as I come, 'cause I can't stay long Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again Oh, thre's pigeons down on Market Square She's standin' in her underwear Lookin' down from a hotel room The nightfall will be comin' soon Oh, my, my, oh, hell yes Well, you've got to put on that party dress It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone I did my last number, I walked to the road Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again