Відключити рекламуSubject: Grateful Dead: Dire Wolf
Dire Wolf
Jerry Garcia, Robert Bunter
E DIn the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running 'round.
D EThe winter was so hard and cold froze ten feet 'neath the ground.
E D E A D E - D D ADon't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
E G DI sat down to my supper. 'twas a bottle of red whiskey.
A (G#-G-F#)I said my prayers and went to bed. That's the last they saw of me.
E D A (C#7) E D ADon't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
F#m E A G DWhen I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin, was grinning at my.
E D E Awindow. All I said was 'come on in.' don't murder me. I beg of you, don't
C#7 F#m E-D D Amurder me. Please don't murder me.
E DIn the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
D EThe dire wolf collect his due while the boys sing 'round the fire.
E D A (C#7) E D ADon't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
E D A (C#7) E D ADon't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me,...
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