Dire Wolf

	Dire Wolf
Author:	Garcia / Hunter
Official Appearances:	Grateful Dead -- Workingman's Dead
Unofficial Appearance:	N/A
Played Live:	07/15/05	04/27/06
Lyrics:	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 T'was a bottle of red whiskey 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 grinnin 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 due while the boys sing round the fire Don't murder me I beg of you don't murder me Please don't murder me