The Grateful Dead Dire Wolf Lyrics

(Hunter/ Garcia)

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

In the backwash of fennario, the black and b_____ mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.
No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,
Don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

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