Grateful Dead - Dire wolf

In the ^Gtimbers of Fennario, The ^Bbwolves are running ^F'round. The ^Fwinter was so hard and cold, Froze ten feet 'neath the ^Gground.

Don't murder ^Fme, ^G I beg of ^Cyou, don't ^Cmur^Cder ^Fme. ^GPlea^Fse, don't murder ^Cme.

I ^Gsat down to my supper, '^BbTwas a bottle of red whis^Fky. I ^Fsaid my prayers and went to bed, That's the ^Clast they ^Csaw ^Cof ^Amme.

Don't murder ^Gme, ^F I beg of ^Cyou, don't ^Cmur^Cder ^Fme. ^GPlea^Fse, don't murder ^Cme. ^{C C}

^CWhen ^AmI awoke, the ^GDire Wolf, Six ^Chundred ^Bbpounds of ^Fsin, ^FWas grinning at my window, All I said was "Come on ^Gin".

Don't murder ^Fme, ^G I beg of ^Cyou, don't ^Emurder ^Amme. ^GPle^Fase, don't murder ^Cme.

^CThe W^Amolf came in, ^GI got my cards, We s^Cat down ^Bbfor a ^Fgame. ^FI cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, But the cards were all the ^Gsame.

Don't murder ^Fme, ^G I beg of ^Cyou, don't ^Emurder^Am me. ^GPle^Fase, don't murder ^Cme.

In the ^Gbackwash of Fennario, The ^Bbblack and bloody ^Fmire, The ^FDire Wolf collects his due, While the boys sing 'round the ^Gfire.

Don't murder ^Fme, ^G I beg of ^Cyou, don't ^Cmur^Cder ^Fme. ^GPlea^Fse, don't murder ^Cme.

Don't murder ^Gme, ^F I beg of ^Cyou, don't ^Emurder^Am me. ^GPlea^Fse, don't murder ^Cme. ^{C C C}

^GPlea^Fse, don't murder ^Cme. Outro: C