Dire Wolf

Written by Robert Hunter & Jerry Garcia

In the timbers of 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

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

Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me Please, don't 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

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 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

In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire

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 Please, don't murder me

First Performed
26 May 2024
Last Performed
26 May 2024
Times Performed
1

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