Dire Wolf – Grateful DeadBy In the timbers of FennarioThe wolves are running ’roundThe winter was so hard and coldFroze ten feet ‘neath the groundDon’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder meI sat down to my supperIt was a bottle of red whiskeyI said my prayers and went to bedThat’s the last they saw of meDon’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder meWhen I awoke, the dire wolfSix hundred pounds of sinWas grinning at my windowAll I said was, “Come on in”Don’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder meThe wolf came in, I got my cardsWe sat down for a gameI cut my deck to the queen of spadesBut the cards were all the sameDon’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder meDon’t murder meIn the backwash of FennarioThe black and bloody mireThe dire wolf collects his dueWhile the boys sing ’round the fireDon’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder meDon’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder meNo, no, noDon’t murder meI beg of you, don’t murder mePlease don’t murder mePlease don’t murder me www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20