Well, she grew up and hid in a townHad a good-looking mama, never was aroundAnd she grew up tall and she grew up rightWith the Indian boys on the Indian nightWell, she moved down here at the age of eighteenBlew the boys away, was more than eighteenI was introduced in the post-dialect clothingI said, I'll take you, babyBut I gotta keep movingOh, keep movingLast is a merry dreamNo more time to kill the painI feel summer creeping inAnd I'm tired of this town againWell, I don't know, but I've been toldYou never slow down, you never grow oldYou're tired of screwing upTired of going downTired of myselfTired of this townWhoa, my, myWhoa, hell yesYou got to put on that party dressBuy me a drinkSing me a songTake me as I comeCause I can't stay aloneLast is a merry dreamNo more time to kill the painI feel summer creeping inAnd I'm tired of this town againI feel summer creeping inCause I'm tired of this town againI can't soll eggsI don't know why I'm towersJana tend to call meNow I know he must beOh my, he livingLet me say loveThe * in my HUGHI feel summer creeping inAnd I'm tired of this townI don't know where I'm headedI've got to gonow on market square she's sitting in her underwear looking down from her hotel roomnot far we'll be coming soon oh my my oh hell yes got to put on that party dress he was toocold to cry when i woke up alone hit the last number walk to the roomhalf in summer creeping in and outohyou*