Dire Wolf Lyrics - Workingman's Dead - Grateful Dead

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 

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