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  • Dire Wolf
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    In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running round (note 1)
    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

    I sat down to supper, 'twas a bottle of red whiskey
    I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me

    When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
    Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in"

    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 (note 2)

    In the back-wash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
    The dire wolf collects his due while the boys sing round the fire

    (1) Jerry sometimes sang "In the back-wash of Fennario ..." here - as in the last verse (thanks to Adam Carlitz for pointing this out)

    (2) for some reason the Grateful Dead songbooks wrongly have "queen of hearts"

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(1) Jerry sometimes sang "In the back-wash of Fennario ..." here - as in the last verse (thanks to Adam Carlitz for pointing this out)

(2) for some reason the Grateful Dead songbooks wrongly have "queen of hearts"

Lyrics By
Robert Hunter
Music By
Jerry Garcia
Lyrics

In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running round (note 1)
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

I sat down to supper, 'twas a bottle of red whiskey
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me

When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in"

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 (note 2)

In the back-wash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
The dire wolf collects his due while the boys sing round the fire