| She grew up in a Indiana town,
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| Had a good lookin' mama who never was around.
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| But she grew up tall and she grew up right
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| With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night.
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| Well she moved down here at the age of eighteen,
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| She blew the boys away; |
| was more than they’d seen.
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| I was introduced and we both started groovin'
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| She said, «I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin' - on.
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| Keep movin' on.»
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| Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain.
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| I feel summer creepin' in and I’m tired of this town again.
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| Well I don’t know but I’ve been told, you never slow down,
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| you never grow old.
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| I’m tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' down,
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| Tired of myself, tired of this town,
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| Oh my, my, oh hell yes — Honey put on that party dress.
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| Buy me a drink, sing me a song,
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| Take me as I come. |
| cause I can’t stay long.
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| There’s pigeons down on Market Square,
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| She’s standing in her underwear.
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| Lookin' down from a hotel room,
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| Nightfall will be coming soon.
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| Oh my, my, oh hell yes, you got to put on that party dress.
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| It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone.
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| I hit my last number, I walked to the road. |