Chords for Walls of Red Wing {Live at Town Hall 1963} (6/25) - Elston Gunn
Tempo:
90.9 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] Red Wing, it's a reform school.
[A] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
[D] [A]
[E]
[A]
Bad harmonica too.
Oh the age of the inmates I remember quite freely.
No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen.
[A] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
[D] [A]
[E]
[A]
Bad harmonica too.
Oh the age of the inmates I remember quite freely.
No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen.
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_ [A] _ _ Red Wing, it's a reform school.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
No cheerleaders. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bad harmonica too. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh the age of the inmates I remember quite freely. _ _ _
_ _ No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen. _ _ _ _ _
Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals. _
_ _ _ _ Inside the grounds _ of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ _ _ _ From the dirty old mess hall [D] you march to the [A] brick wall. _ _ _
_ Too weary to talk and too tired [E] to sing.
_ _ _ _ _ Oh it's all afternoon, you [A] remember your hometown. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] Inside the [A] grounds _ [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing. _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh the gates are cast on and the walls are barbed wire.
_ Stay far from the fence where the electricity [E] sting. _ _
_ _ And it's keep down your head [D] and stay in [A] 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 the screen. _ _
_ _ And farewell to the minutes [D] they threaten [A] you with it.
_ _ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
_ _ _ _ It's Minnie a guard that stands around smiling. _ _
Holding his club like he [E] was a king. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Hoping to get you [D]
behind the [A] wood piling.
_ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ As the nightingale shatters [D] through the cross by [A] windows. _ _ _
_ _ _ And the wind punched hard to make the wall [E] siding sing.
_ [A] It's a Minnie head night I pretended to be sleeping.
On _ _ the inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
_ _ _ _ As the rain rattled heavy on the bunkhouse shingle. _
And the sounds in the night they made my [E] ears ring.
_ _ _ Oh [A] the keys of the guards click the tune of the morning.
On _ _ _ the 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 lawyers and [E] things. _
_ _ _ And [A] some of us will wind up in your meet on your crossroads.
From _
[F#m] inside the [A] grounds [D] of the walls [F#m] of [A] Red Wing.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Don't have no high school football teams or nothing like that though.
No cheerleaders. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bad harmonica too. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh the age of the inmates I remember quite freely. _ _ _
_ _ No younger than twelve, no older than [E] seventeen. _ _ _ _ _
Thrown in like bandits and cast off like criminals. _
_ _ _ _ Inside the grounds _ of the walls of Red Wing. _ _
_ _ _ _ From the dirty old mess hall [D] you march to the [A] brick wall. _ _ _
_ Too weary to talk and too tired [E] to sing.
_ _ _ _ _ Oh it's all afternoon, you [A] remember your hometown. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] Inside the [A] grounds _ [F#m] of the walls [A] of Red Wing. _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh the gates are cast on and the walls are barbed wire.
_ Stay far from the fence where the electricity [E] sting. _ _
_ _ And it's keep down your head [D] and stay in [A] 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 the screen. _ _
_ _ And farewell to the minutes [D] they threaten [A] you with it.
_ _ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
_ _ _ _ It's Minnie a guard that stands around smiling. _ _
Holding his club like he [E] was a king. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Hoping to get you [D]
behind the [A] wood piling.
_ _ Inside the grounds of the walls of Red Wing. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ As the nightingale shatters [D] through the cross by [A] windows. _ _ _
_ _ _ And the wind punched hard to make the wall [E] siding sing.
_ [A] It's a Minnie head night I pretended to be sleeping.
On _ _ the inside grounds of the walls of Red Wing.
_ _ _ _ As the rain rattled heavy on the bunkhouse shingle. _
And the sounds in the night they made my [E] ears ring.
_ _ _ Oh [A] the keys of the guards click the tune of the morning.
On _ _ _ the 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 lawyers and [E] things. _
_ _ _ And [A] some of us will wind up in your meet on your crossroads.
From _
[F#m] inside the [A] grounds [D] of the walls [F#m] of [A] Red Wing.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
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_ [G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _