Dire Wolf

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 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 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 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 --- Dire Wolf - Grateful Dead