Dire Wolf

In the [E]timbers of Fennario the wolves are running '[D]round.
[D]The winter was so hard and cold froze ten feet 'neath the [E]ground.
[E]Don't murder [D]me.  [E]I beg of [A]you, don't murder [D]me.  [E]Plea[D]se [D]don't murder [A]me.

I [E]sat down to my supper. [G]'twas a bottle of red whis[D]key.
                                              [A]         (Ab-[G]-F
I said my prayers and went to bed. That's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder [E]me. [D]I beg of [A]you, don't m[C#7]urder me. [E]Please [D]don't murder [A]me.

When [F#m]I awoke, the [E]dire wolf, six [A]hundred [G]pounds of sin[D], was grinning at my.
window. All I said was 'come on i[E]n.' don't murder [D]me. [E]I beg of [A]you, don't
[C#7]murder [F#m]me. P[E]le[D]ase [D]don't murder [A]me.

In the [E]backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody m[D]ire,
[D]The dire wolf collect his due while the boys sing 'round the [E]fire.
Don't murder [E]me. [D]I beg of [A]you, don't m[C#7]urder me. [E]Please [D]don't murder [A]me.

Don't murder [E]me. [D]I beg of [A]you, don't m[C#7]urder me. [E]Please [D]don't murder [A]me,...

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