Too much of my guitar
In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running round
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whiskey
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
When I awoke, thе dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window, all I said was Come on in
Dont murdеr me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont 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
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me, no
Please dont murder me, dont murder me
In the back-wash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
The dire wolf collects his due while the boys sing round the fire
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
No-no-no, dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
Dont murder me, I beg of you dont murder me
Please dont murder me
Please dont murder me