The Last Tango In Mabou

Words & Music by Duncan Wells

Well the moon was big, the shine was smooth
the girls were drunk and loose
there was meat on the spit and fire in the pit
where only Jesus knew the truth.

Yeah, but Jesus wasn’t there just the Devil and his fiddle
some were dancin’ some were naked in the woods
they were out there makin’ love underneath the moon above
sayin’ oh yeah babe make this one good

It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
and I knew Jesus would not be there.

Nobody thought to send him an invitation
I’m sure it must have been a mistake
if he knew that he was missin’ all that huggin’ and a kissin’
I’m sure he would have come anyway.

It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
and I knew Jesus would not be there.

When the sun came up they were sleepin’ in the fields
hung over an’ half hangin’ in the stream
they were tryin’ to splash their faces to remove the faintest traces
but the devil had em their upon their knees.

It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
and I knew Jesus would not be there.

Now the story has been told but some folks won’t ever believe
it was a party just a party nothin’ more
yeah, but when the bow is rosined out in Mabou somethin’s rotten
when the devil pounds his hoof upon the floor

It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
It was the last tango in Mabou
and I knew Jesus would not be there.