Walls Of Red Wing
Oh, the age of the inmatesI remember quite freely:No younger than twelveNo older ’n seventeenThrown in like banditsAnd cast off like criminalsInside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
From the dirty old mess hallYou march to the brick wallToo weary to talkAnd too tired to singOh, it’s all afternoonYou remember your hometownInside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
Oh, the gates are cast ironAnd the walls are barbed wireStay far from the fenceWith the ’lectricity stingAnd it’s keep down your headAnd stay in your numberAll inside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
Oh, it’s fare thee wellTo the deep hollow dungeonFarewell to the boardwalkThat takes you to the screenAnd farewell to the minutesThey threaten you with itInside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
It’s many a guardThat stands around smilin’Holdin’ his clubLike he was a kingHopin’ to get youBehind a wood pilin’Inside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
The night aimed shadowsThrough the crossbar windowsAnd the wind punched hardTo make the wall-siding singIt’s many a nightI pretended to be a-sleepin’All inside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
As the rain rattled heavyOn the bunkhouse shinglesAnd the sounds in the nightThey made my ears ring’Til the keys of the guardsClicked the tune of the morningAll inside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing
Oh, some of us’ll end upIn St. Cloud PrisonAnd some of us’ll wind upTo be lawyers and thingsAnd some of us’ll stand upTo meet you on your crossroadsFrom inside the groundsOf the walls of Red Wing