Dire Wolf
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Dire Wolf Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter
E D In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running 'round. D E The winter was so hard and cold froze ten feet 'neath the ground. E D E A D E - D D A Don't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
E G D I sat down to my supper. 'twas a bottle of red whiskey.
A (Ab-G-F#) I said my prayers and went to bed. That's the last they saw of me.
E D A (C#7) E D A Don't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
F#m E A G D When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin, was grinning at my.
E D E A window. All I said was 'come on in.' don't murder me. I beg of you, don't C#7 F#m E-D D A murder me. Please don't murder me.
E D In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire, D E The dire wolf collect his due while the boys sing 'round the fire.
E D A (C#7) E D A Don't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
E D A (C#7) E D A Don't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me,... -------------------cut here-----------------------
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