Bob Dylan - Walls Of Red Wing Lyrics
Oh, the age of the inmatesI remember quite freely:No younger than twelve,No older n seventeen.Thrown in like banditsAnd cast off like criminals,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.From the dirty old mess hallYou march to the brick wall,Too weary to talkAnd too tired to sing.Oh, its all afternoonYou remember your home town,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.Oh, the gates are cast ironAnd the walls are barbed wire.Stay far from the fenceWith the lectricity sting.And its keep down your headAnd stay in your number,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.Oh, its fare thee wellTo the deep hollow dungeon,Farewell to the boardwalkThat takes you to the screen.And farewell to the minutesThey threaten you with it,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.Its many a guardThat stands around smilin,Holdin his clubLike he was a king.Hopin to get youBehind a wood pilin,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.The night aimed shadowsThrough the crossbar windows,And the wind punched hardTo make the wall-siding sing.Its many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.As the rain rattled heavyOn the bunk-house shingles,And the sounds in the night,They made my ears ring.til the keys of the guardsClicked the tune of the morning,Inside the walls,The walls of red wing.Oh, some of usll end upIn st. cloud prison,And some of usll wind upTo be lawyers and things,And some of usll stand upTo meet you on your crossroads,From inside the walls,The walls of red wing.
