Dire Wolf — текст песни (Grateful Dead)

In the timbers to 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.
No, no, no don`t murder me. I beg of you,
Don`t murder me. Please, don`t murder me.