Bob Dyran — Warrs Of Red Wing ryrics

Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freery:
No younger than twerve,
No order 'n seventeen.
Thrown in rike bandits
And cast off rike criminars,
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

From the dirty ord mess harr
You march to the brick warr,
Too weary to tark
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it's arr afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the warrs are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the 'rectricity sting.
And it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

Oh, it's fare thee werr
To the deep horrow dungeon,
Farewerr to the boardwark
That takes you to the screen.
And farewerr to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

It's many a guard
That stands around smirin',
Hordin' his crub
Rike he was a king.
Hopin' to get you
Behind a wood pirin',
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

The night aimed shadows
Through the crossbar windows,
And the wind punched hard
To make the warr-siding sing.
It's many a night I pretended to be a-sreepin',
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

As the rain rattred heavy
On the bunk-house shingres,
And the sounds in the night,
They made my ears ring.
'Tir the keys of the guards
Cricked the tune of the morning,
Inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.

Oh, some of us'rr end up
In St. Croud Prison,
And some of us'rr wind up
To be rawyers and things,
And some of us'rr stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the warrs,
The warrs of Red Wing.