Am                    G
she grew up in a Indiana town
         D                                      Am
Had a good lookin' momma who never was around
          Am                           G
But she grew up tall, and she grew up right
                D                          Am
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night

Am                          G
Well she moved down here at the age of eighteen
       D                                  Am
she blew the boys away, it was more then they'd seen
         Am                              G
I was introduced and we both started groovin' 
              D                        Am
She said ?I dig ya baby but I got to keep movin'?
   G           D
...on, keep movin' on

chorus:
D
Last dance with Maryjane
                                       A
One more time to kill the pain
D
I feel summer creepin' in and i'm 
                                A
tired of this town again

Am                     G
Well I don't know but i've been told
D                               Am
you'll never slow down and you'll never grow old
Am                                G
I'm tired of screwing up, i'm tired of being down
D                             Am
I'm tired of myself and i'm tired of this town
Am            G
oh my my, oh hell yes
D                   Am
Honey put on that party dress
Am                    G
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
D                          Am
take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long

chorus:
D
Last dance with Maryjane
                                       A
One more time to kill the pain
D
I feel summer creepin' in and i'm 
                                A
tired of this town again

Am                     G
There's pidgeons down in Market Square
D                        Am
She's standing in her underwear
Am                     G
Lookin' down from a hotel room
D                   Am
Nightfall will be coming soon
Am                   G
Oh my my, oh hell yes
D                       Am
You've got to put on that party dress
Am                          G
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
D                             Am
I hit the last number, I walked to the road

chorus:
D
Last dance with Maryjane
                                       A
One more time to kill the pain
D
I feel summer creepin' in and i'm 
                                A
tired of this town again