Chords for Walls of Red Wing {Live at Town Hall 1963} (6/25) - Elston Gunn
Tempo:
90.9 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.
[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]
[G] [B]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
G
A
D
E
_ [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] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _