מילים לשיר Dire Wolf – 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. Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky,
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. 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.
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire. In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
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.