Dire Wolf lyrics

Song information

Artist: Grateful Dead
Album: Reckoning

Lyrics

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

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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