Dire Wolf
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Dire Wolf
Grateful Dead
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In the
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timbers of Fennario, the
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wolves are runnin' '
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round,
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The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the
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ground.
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Don't murder
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me,
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I beg of
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you don't murder
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me.
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Pleas
D
e don't murder
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me.
I
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sat down to my supper, '
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twas a bottle of red whis
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key.
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the
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last they saw of
F#m
me.
Don't murder
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me,
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I beg of
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you don't murder
D
me.
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Pleas
D
e don't murder
A
me.
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When I awoke, the
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dire wolf, six
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hundred
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pounds of
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sin,
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Was grinnin' at my window, all I said was "Come on
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in"
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Don't murder
D
me,
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I beg of
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you don't murder
F#m
me,
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Pleas
D
e don't murder
A
me.
F#m
The wolf came in, I
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got my cards, we
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sat down
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for a
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game.
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I cut my deck to the queen of spades but the cards were all the
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same.
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Don't murder
D
me,
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I beg of
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you don't murder
F#m
me.
E
Pleas
D
e don't murder
A
me.
In the
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backwash of Fennario, the
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black and bloody
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mire,
The dire wolf collects his due while the boys sing 'round the
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fire.
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Don't murder
D
me,
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I beg of
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you don't murder
D
me.
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Pleas
D
e don't murder
A
me.
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