 Dire wolf lyrics ( Grateful dead )   
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 Rate Dire Wolf
Artist : 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.
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