Walls Of Red Wing Chords by Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Tempo:
75.625 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] Red Wing, it's a reform school.
[N] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
[C] Or no cheerleaders.
[A]
[D] [A]
[E]
[A] [D] [A]
Bad harmonica, too.
[A]
Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely.
No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen.
[A] Thrown in like [D] bandits and [A] cast off like criminals.
Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
From the dirty old mess hall [D] you march [A] to the brick wall.
Too weary to talk and too [E] tired to sing.
Oh, [A] it's old afternoon, [D] you [A] remember your hometown.
[F#m] Inside [A] the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing.
Oh, the gates are cast iron [Bm] and the walls [A] are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence where the electricity [E] sting.
And [A] it's keep down your head [D] and [A] stay in your number.
[D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
Oh, it's farewell to the deep hollow dungeon.
Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to [E] the screen.
[A] And farewell to the minutes [D] they [A] threaten you with it.
Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
It's many a guard that stands around smiling.
Holding his club like he was [E] a king.
[A] Hoping to get you [D] behind [A] the wood piling.
Inside the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing.
As the nightingale shatters [D] through the [A] crossbar windows.
And the wind punched hard to make the wall siding [E] sing.
[A] It's many a night I [D] pretended [A] to be asleep in.
[D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
As the rain rattled heavy on [D] the [A] bunkhouse shingles.
And the sounds in the night, they made my [E] ears ring.
[A] Hell, the keys of the guards [D] click the [A] tune of the morning.
[D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
Oh, some of us will wind up in St.
Cloud prison.
And some of us will wind up to be [E] lawyers and things.
And [A] some of us will wind up and [D] you'll meet on [A] your crossroads.
[F#m] From [A] inside the grounds [D] of the [F#m] walls [A] of Red Wing.
[G] [A]
[N] [G]
[D] [G]
[N] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
[C] Or no cheerleaders.
[A]
[D] [A]
[E]
[A] [D] [A]
Bad harmonica, too.
[A]
Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely.
No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen.
[A] Thrown in like [D] bandits and [A] cast off like criminals.
Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
From the dirty old mess hall [D] you march [A] to the brick wall.
Too weary to talk and too [E] tired to sing.
Oh, [A] it's old afternoon, [D] you [A] remember your hometown.
[F#m] Inside [A] the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing.
Oh, the gates are cast iron [Bm] and the walls [A] are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence where the electricity [E] sting.
And [A] it's keep down your head [D] and [A] stay in your number.
[D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
Oh, it's farewell to the deep hollow dungeon.
Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to [E] the screen.
[A] And farewell to the minutes [D] they [A] threaten you with it.
Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
It's many a guard that stands around smiling.
Holding his club like he was [E] a king.
[A] Hoping to get you [D] behind [A] the wood piling.
Inside the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing.
As the nightingale shatters [D] through the [A] crossbar windows.
And the wind punched hard to make the wall siding [E] sing.
[A] It's many a night I [D] pretended [A] to be asleep in.
[D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
As the rain rattled heavy on [D] the [A] bunkhouse shingles.
And the sounds in the night, they made my [E] ears ring.
[A] Hell, the keys of the guards [D] click the [A] tune of the morning.
[D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
Oh, some of us will wind up in St.
Cloud prison.
And some of us will wind up to be [E] lawyers and things.
And [A] some of us will wind up and [D] you'll meet on [A] your crossroads.
[F#m] From [A] inside the grounds [D] of the [F#m] walls [A] of Red Wing.
[G] [A]
[N] [G]
[D] [G]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
G
A
D
E
[A] _ _ Red Wing, it's a reform school. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
[C] Or no cheerleaders.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ Bad harmonica, too.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely. _ _ _
No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen. _ _
_ _ [A] Thrown in like [D] bandits and [A] cast off like criminals.
_ _ _ _ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ _ _ From the dirty old mess hall [D] you march [A] to the brick wall.
_ _ _ _ Too weary to talk and too [E] tired to sing. _ _ _
Oh, [A] it's old afternoon, [D] you [A] remember your hometown.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] Inside [A] the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing. _ _ _ _
_ Oh, the gates are cast iron [Bm] and the walls [A] are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence where the electricity [E] sting.
_ _ _ And [A] it's keep down your head [D] and [A] stay in your number.
_ [D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _ _
_ Oh, it's farewell to the deep hollow dungeon.
_ Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to [E] the screen.
_ _ _ _ [A] And farewell to the minutes [D] they [A] threaten you with it.
_ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ It's many a guard that stands around smiling.
_ Holding his club like he was [E] a king.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Hoping to get you [D] behind [A] the wood piling.
_ Inside the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
As the nightingale shatters [D] through the [A] crossbar windows. _
_ _ _ _ And the wind punched hard to make the wall siding [E] sing.
_ [A] It's many a night I [D] pretended [A] to be asleep in.
_ _ [D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ As the rain rattled heavy on [D] the [A] bunkhouse shingles.
And the sounds in the night, they made my [E] ears ring.
_ _ _ _ [A] Hell, the keys of the guards [D] click the [A] tune of the morning.
_ _ [D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ Oh, some of us will wind up in St.
Cloud prison.
_ And some of us will wind up to be [E] lawyers and things.
_ _ _ And [A] some of us will wind up and [D] you'll meet on [A] your crossroads.
_ _ [F#m] From [A] inside the grounds [D] of the [F#m] walls [A] of Red Wing. _
_ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
[C] Or no cheerleaders.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ Bad harmonica, too.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely. _ _ _
No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen. _ _
_ _ [A] Thrown in like [D] bandits and [A] cast off like criminals.
_ _ _ _ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ _ _ From the dirty old mess hall [D] you march [A] to the brick wall.
_ _ _ _ Too weary to talk and too [E] tired to sing. _ _ _
Oh, [A] it's old afternoon, [D] you [A] remember your hometown.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] Inside [A] the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing. _ _ _ _
_ Oh, the gates are cast iron [Bm] and the walls [A] are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence where the electricity [E] sting.
_ _ _ And [A] it's keep down your head [D] and [A] stay in your number.
_ [D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _ _
_ Oh, it's farewell to the deep hollow dungeon.
_ Farewell to the boardwalk that takes you to [E] the screen.
_ _ _ _ [A] And farewell to the minutes [D] they [A] threaten you with it.
_ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ It's many a guard that stands around smiling.
_ Holding his club like he was [E] a king.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Hoping to get you [D] behind [A] the wood piling.
_ Inside the grounds [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
As the nightingale shatters [D] through the [A] crossbar windows. _
_ _ _ _ And the wind punched hard to make the wall siding [E] sing.
_ [A] It's many a night I [D] pretended [A] to be asleep in.
_ _ [D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ As the rain rattled heavy on [D] the [A] bunkhouse shingles.
And the sounds in the night, they made my [E] ears ring.
_ _ _ _ [A] Hell, the keys of the guards [D] click the [A] tune of the morning.
_ _ [D] On the [A] inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ Oh, some of us will wind up in St.
Cloud prison.
_ And some of us will wind up to be [E] lawyers and things.
_ _ _ And [A] some of us will wind up and [D] you'll meet on [A] your crossroads.
_ _ [F#m] From [A] inside the grounds [D] of the [F#m] walls [A] of Red Wing. _
_ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
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