In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running '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. 'twas a bottle of red whiskey. (b-G-F#) I said my prayers and went to bed. That's the last they saw of me. (C#7) 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.' don't murder me. I beg of you, don't E-D murder me. Please don't murder me.
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collect his due while the boys sing 'round the fire. (C#7) Don't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me.
(C#7) Don't murder me. I beg of you, don't murder me. Please don't murder me,... -------------------cut here-----------------------