Текст песни Mary Jane's Last Dance (Live at the Fillmore, 1997) - Tom Petty , The Heartbreakers

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