In the timbers to Fennario The wolves are runnin round The winter was so hard and cold Froze ten feet neath the ground Dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont murder me I sat down to my supper It was a bottle of red whisky I said my prayers and went to bed Thats the last they saw of me Dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont 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 But dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont 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 Dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont murder me Dont murder me In the backwash of Fennario The black and bloody mire The dire wolf collects his due While the boys sing round the fire Dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont murder me Dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont murder me No, no, no dont murder me, I beg of you Dont murder me, please, dont murder me Please, dont murder me Read more: Grateful Dead - Dire Wolf Lyrics Robert Hunter!!!| MetroLyrics
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 22:43:08 +0000
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