# # #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# ##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # ##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## #From: TPLBA@aol.com #Subject: Grateful Dead: Dire Wolf # #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----------------------- tplba@aol