Walls of Red Wing - Studio Outtake - 1963

Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely
No younger than 12
No older 'n 17
Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals
All inside the walls on the grounds of Red Wing

From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall
Too weary to talk and too tired to sing
And it's all afternoon
You remember your hometown
All inside the walls of halls of Red Wing

Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire
Stay far from the fence with the electricity sting
And it's keep down your head
And stay in your number
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

Oh, it's fare thee well to the deep hollow dungeon
Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to the screen
Farewell to the minutes they threaten you with it
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

It's many a guard that stands around smilin'
Holdin' his club like he was a king
Hopin' to get you behind a wood pilin'
All inside the grounds of the walls of red wing

The night aimed shadows through the crossbar windows
And the wind punched hard to make the wall-siding sing
It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin'
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

As the rain rattled heavy on the bunk-house shingles
And the sounds in the night, they made my ears ring
'Til the keys of the guards clicked the tune of the morning
All inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing

Oh, some of us will wind up in St. Cloud prison
And some of us will end up to be lawyers and things
And some of us will stand to meet you on your crossroads
From inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing