Grateful Dead - Dire Wolf lyrics

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,<br>The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.<br>Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.<br><br>I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky,<br>I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.<br>Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.<br><br>When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,<br>Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.<br>Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.<br><br>The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.<br>I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.<br>Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.<br><br>In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,<br>The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire.<br>Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.<br>No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,<br>Don't murder me. please, don't murder me.