Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely No younger than twelve No older 'n seventeen Thrown in like bandits And cast off like criminals Inside the walls The walls of Red Wing
From the dirty old mess hall You march to the brick wall Too weary to talk And too tired to sing Oh, it's all afternoon You remember your hometown Inside the walls The walls of Red Wing
Oh, the gates are cast iron And the walls are barbed wire Stay far from the fence With the 'lectricity sting And it's keep your head down And stay in your number Inside the walls 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 Inside the walls The walls of Red Wing
As the rain rattled heavy On the bunkhouse shingles And the sounds in the night They made my ears ring Well the keys of the guards Clicked the tune of the morning Inside the walls The walls of Red Wing
Oh, some of us will wind up In St. Cloud Prison And some of us will go on To be lawyers and things And some of us will wind up And meet you on your crossroads From inside the walls The walls of Red Wing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
