Walls of Red Wing — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

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, its 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 its keep down your head

And stay in your number,

Inside the walls,

The walls of red wing.



Oh, its 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.



Its 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.

Its 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 usll end up

In st. cloud prison,

And some of usll wind up

To be lawyers and things,

And some of usll stand up

To meet you on your crossroads,

From inside the walls,

The walls of red wing.