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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kurt Nilsen
Kurt Nilsen
Vocals
Espen Lind
Espen Lind
Acoustic Guitar
Alejandro Fuentes
Alejandro Fuentes
Vocals
Askil Holm
Askil Holm
Acoustic Guitar
Bjorn Sæther
Bjorn Sæther
Drums
Lars Christian Folkvord
Lars Christian Folkvord
Bass Guitar
Truls Hval
Truls Hval
Guitar
Jørn Dahl
Jørn Dahl
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Petty
Tom Petty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jørn Dahl
Jørn Dahl
Producer
Rich Lowe
Rich Lowe
Mixing Engineer
frode roe
frode roe
Mixing Engineer
Hans Olav Grøttheim
Hans Olav Grøttheim
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
She blew the boys away, 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
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 screwin' up, tired of going 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 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
You got to 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
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
Written by: Tom Petty
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