SINGER: Grateful Dead

SONG:Dire Wolf

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, that�s 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 bloody 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.