After the supper was over And the table Had been cleared away When the last bottle Was empty There was nothing much Left to say Jesus started Humming an old tune Everybody fell right in They sang The last song The last song Matthew started Singing the low part John grabbed The high harmony Their voices filled up The night air All the way To Gethsemane Judas walked Some distance Behind them Like he had Forgotten the words They sang The last song Tthe last song Just before they got To the garden Just before They all fell asleep Just before Barabbas Was pardoned And Jesus Was nailed to a tree I reckon it Was some kind Of soul song Maybe kind Of sad and slow All about how We get weary All about holding on Only Jesus Knew what was coming Still he never Said a thing He sang The last song The last song He could have Made a toast To the good times And only the best For his friends He could have stayed up Late reminiscing About the long strange Trip it had been But he went Just like a lamb To the slaughter Knowing it Was part of the plan And sang The last song The last song