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 AN INDIANA NIGHT
WELL
SHE MOVED DOWN HERE
THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN
SHE BLEW
THE BOYS AWAY
WAS MORE THAN
THEY'D SEEN
I WAS INTRODUCED
AND WE BOTH
STARTED GROOVIN'
SHE SAID I DIG YA BABY
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 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 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
THERE'S PIGEONS NOW
ON MARKET SQUARE
SHE'S STANDIN'
IN HER UNDERWEAR
LOOKIN' DOWN
FROM HER 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 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