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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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