Dire Wolf
Grateful Dead
Version from Reckoning
Original keys: C on Reckoning, A on Workingman's Dead.
(I perform this song in D, and originally wrote this chart for my bassist.
This arrangement is offered as a freebieLearn Guitar Playing the Hits - Lyric/chord sheets.-GW) 
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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