Lyrics Dire Wolf - Grateful Dead
In
the
timbers
to
Fennario
The
wolves
are
runnin′
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
It
was
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"
But
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
Don′t
murder
me
In
the
backwash
of
Fennario
The
black
and
bloody
mire
The
dire
wolf
collects
his
due
While
the
boys
sing
′round
the
fire
Don't
murder
me,
I
beg
of
you
Don′t
murder
me,
please,
don't
murder
me
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
Please,
don′t
murder
me
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