Grateful Dead
Dire Wolf
In the timber of Fenario
Water running down
Winter was so hard and cold
Froze ten feet underground
Chorus:
Don't you murder me
I beg of you
Don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
I sat down to my supper
Was a bottle of red whiskey
I said my prayers, went to bed
That's the last they saw of me
When I awoke the dire wolf
Six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning in 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
In the backwash of Fenario
Black and bloody mire
The dire wolf collects his dues
While the boys sing round the fire
