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点击复制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 them Indiana nights
Well she moved down here at the age of eighteen
Blew the boys away, it was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
Said,"I dig you babe but I got to keep movin' on,
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
Tired of screwing 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 me as I come 'cause I can't stay long
There'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
Honey put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when
I woke up alone I hit my last number
And walked to the road