Walls Of Red Wing 
 
 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 home town,
 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 down your head
 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.
 And farewell to the minutes
 They threaten you with it,
 Inside the walls,
 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',
 Inside the walls,
 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',
 Inside the walls,
 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,
 Inside the walls,
 The walls of Red Wing.
 
 Oh, some of us'll end up
 In St. Cloud Prison,
 And some of us'll wind up
 To be lawyers and things,
 And some of us'll stand up
 To meet you on your crossroads,
 From inside the walls,
 The walls of Red Wing.