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 wasnít there just the Devil and his fiddle
some were danciní some were naked in the woods
they were out there makiní love underneath the moon above
sayiní 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
Iím sure it must have been a mistake
if he knew that he was missiní all that hugginí and a kissiní
Iím 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 sleepiní in the fields
hung over aní half hanginí in the stream
they were tryiní 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 wonít ever believe
it was a party just a party nothiní more
yeah, but when the bow is rosined out in Mabou somethinís 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.