Dire Wolf (Live at Cal Expo, May 27, 1993)

In the timbers to Fennario The wolves are runnin' 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 It was 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" But 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 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 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 Please, don't murder me