Dire wolf

Grateful Dead

  • A
  • Bm
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  • D
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  • F#7
  • G
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Tom:
Intro: / A / G / D / D /
A C G In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round,
A The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.
G D F#7 G A G D Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
A C G I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whiskey,
D Db C Bm I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
A D F#7 G A G D Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
Bm A D C G When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
A Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in".
G D F#7 G A G D Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
Bm A D C G The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
A I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same.
G A F#7 Bm A G D Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me. (The guitar solo follows the chord pattern of the first verse)
A C G In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
A The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire.
A D F#7 Bm A G D Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
Bm A D No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,
F#7 G A G D Don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
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