Dire Wolf

Music By Jerry Garcia
Words By Robert Hunter

Released June 1970

In the timbers of 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 supper, 'twas a bottle of red whiskey
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"

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 back-wash 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

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