G = 3-2-0-0-0-3 C/G = 3-3-2-0-1-0 D/F# = 2-0-0-2-3-2 G* = 3-x-x-x-x-x B* = x-2-x-x-x-x C* = x-3-x-x-x-x A* = x-0-x-x-x-x [* = play single note only] [Intro- Harmonica] G C/G G C* B* A* G B* C* B* A* G [Verse 1] G Oh, the age of the inmates C/G G I remember quite freely: No younger than twelve, G* B* C* D/F# No older 'n seventeen. G Thrown in like bandits C/G G And cast off like criminals, C* B* A* G All In-side the walls, D C* B* G on the grounds of Red Wing. B* C* B* A* G [Verse 2] G From the dirty old mess hall C/G G You march to the brick wall, Too weary to talk G* B* C* D/F# And too tired to sing. G And, it's all afternoon C/G G You remember your home town C* B* A* G All In-side the walls, D C* B* G The walls of Red Wing. G D B* G [Verse 3] G Oh, the gates are cast iron C/G G And the walls are barbed wire. Stay far from the fence G* B* C* D/F# With the 'lec-tri-city sting. G And it's keep down your head C* B* A* G And stay in your number, C*B* A* G All Inside the grounds, D C* B* G Of the walls of Red Wing. B* C* B* A* G [Verse 4] G Oh, it's fare thee well C/G G To the deep hollow dungeon, Farewell to the boardwalk G* B* C* D/F# That takes you to screen. G farewell to the minutes C/G G They threaten you with it, C* B* A* G All In-side the grounds, D C* B* G Of the walls of Red Wing. B* C* B* A* G [Verse 5] G It's many a_ guard C/G G That stands around smilin', Holdin' his club G* B* C* D/F# Like he was a king. G Hopin' to get you C* B* A* G Behind the wood pilin', C* B* A* G All In-side the grounds, D C* B* G Of the walls of Red Wing. B* C* B* A* G [Verse 6] G The night aimed shadows C/G G Through the crossbar windows, And the wind punched hard G* B* C* D/F# To make the wall-siding sing. G It's many a night C/G G I pretended to be a-sleepin', C* B* A* G All In-side the grounds, D C* B* G Of the walls of Red Wing. B* C* B* A* G [Verse 7] G As the rain rattled heavy C/G G On the bunk-house shingles, And the sounds in the night G* B* C* D/F# They made my ears ring. G 'Til the keys of the guards C/G G Clicked the tune of the morning, C* B* A* G All Ins-ide the grounds, D C* B* G Of the walls of Red Wing. B* C* B* A* G [Verse 8] G Oh, some of us'll will up C/G G In St. Cloud Prison, And some of us'll end up G* B* C* D/F# To be lawyers and things, G And some of us'll stand up C/G G To meet you on your crossroads, C* B* A* G From In-side the grounds, D C* B* G Of the walls of Red Wing.