Walls of Red Wing
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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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, it's 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 it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, it's 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.

It's 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.
It's 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 us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,




From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Overall Meaning

In Walls of Red Wing, Bob Dylan portrays the harsh realities of life in a juvenile detention center. The song describes the conditions of the detention center, specifically the Red Wing School for Boys in Minnesota. The lyrics describe the inmates' ages, ranging from twelve to seventeen years old, and the stark contrast between their treatment inside the walls and that of their lives before.


Dylan's lyrics go on to describe the grim environment inside Red Wing. The inmates are treated like criminals, cast off and thrown in like bandits. They are imprisoned behind cast iron gates and barbed wire walls. Guards hold clubs like they are kings, hoping to catch inmates behind a woodpile. The song portrays the oppressive regime in the detention center, where inmates are threatened and kept down, and prisoners have to stay in their number.


The song is a haunting description of the lives of the inmates in the Red Wing School for Boys. In characteristic Dylan style, he paints a bleak picture of what it is like to be imprisoned in such an institution from the perspective of a juvenile inmate. Walls of Red Wing is a powerful critique of the juvenile justice system and was instrumental in raising awareness about the inhumane treatment of juvenile prisoners.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, the age of the inmates I remember quite freely: No younger than twelve, No older 'n seventeen.
The singer remembers the inmates at Red Wing who weren't younger than twelve or older than seventeen, highlighting how young and vulnerable they were.


Thrown in like bandits And cast off like criminals, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
The singer describes how the inmates were treated like criminals and thrown into the Red Wing facility, becoming trapped within its walls.


From the dirty old mess hall You march to the brick wall, Too weary to talk And too tired to sing.
The singer describes the exhausting routine of inmates who move from their meals in the mess hall to being surrounded by brick walls, too weary to speak or sing.


Oh, it's all afternoon You remember your home town, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
Despite being confined within the walls of Red Wing, inmates still remember their homes and hometowns, recalling them throughout the long afternoons in the facility.


Oh, the gates are cast iron And the walls are barbed wire. Stay far from the fence With the 'lectricity sting.
The artist describes the heavily guarded exterior of Red Wing, with cast iron gates and barbed wire walls, warning against getting too close to the electrified fence surrounding it.


And it's keep down your head And stay in your number, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
Inmates are told to keep their heads down and stay in line, emphasizing the strict and oppressive rules of the Red Wing facility.


Oh, it's fare thee well To the deep hollow dungeon, Farewell to the boardwalk That takes you to the screen.
The singer bids farewell to the prison's dungeon and boardwalk, which takes them to the screening process for getting into the facility.


And farewell to the minutes They threaten you with it, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
The minutes refer to the time soon inmates will spend in the facility. The artist says goodbye to the threat of time, which looms over their head inside the walls of Red Wing.


It's many a guard That stands around smilin', Holdin' his club Like he was a king.
The sardonic speaker notes how many guards at Red Wing stand around and smile, holding their clubs as if they are kings in charge of the inmates.


Hopin' to get you Behind a wood pilin', Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
The guards hope to catch the inmates breaking the rules so that they can be punished and kept behind a wooden pile, further reinforcing the oppressive nature of the Red Wing facility.


The night aimed shadows Through the crossbar windows, And the wind punched hard To make the wall-siding sing.
The singer describes how shadows from the night would come through the barred windows while the wind reminds them of their situation, how trapped they were within the facility's walls.


It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin', Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
The artist sometimes pretended to sleep at Red Wing, perhaps to escape the stark reality of their imprisonment.


As the rain rattled heavy On the bunk-house shingles, And the sounds in the night, They made my ears ring.
The singer describes how heavy rain would hit the roof of the dormitory, with noises at night ringing in their ears, inescapable inside the confines of Red Wing.


'Til the keys of the guards Clicked the tune of the morning, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
The singer refers to how the morning would begin at Red Wing, with sounds from the guards unlocking doors and the keys clicking away, a daily reminder of the prison's ultimate control.


Oh, some of us'll end up In St. Cloud Prison, And some of us'll wind up To be lawyers and things, And some of us'll stand up To meet you on your crossroads, From inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing.
The singer reflects on the uncertain destiny awaiting inmates, some will end up in another prison or as lawyers or successful individuals, whereas others are forever trapped behind the walls of Red Wing. Even still, some may still return to these crossroads, and the singer remains trapped behind those walls.




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Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

James Dean

I think you are mistaken. Bob has only played “Walls Of Red Wing” on three occasions.

May 17, 1964 in London England at the Royal Festival Hall

October 26th, 1963 at Carnegie Hall in New York

April 12th, 1963 at Town Hall New York.

That comes from Bob’s official website that documents every live performance he has ever given and the set lists for those shows. Bob has never played “Walls Of Red Wing” in Chicago, but you do have the time period correct.



Juan Camacho

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, it's 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 it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, it's 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.

It's 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.
It's 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 us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.



All comments from YouTube:

Bruce Hoppe

I heard him sing it in a concert in Chicago in the 60s. Can't remember exactly when. Very early in his career. Possibly about when Freewheelin' came out. It was at the end of the concert. I remembered how red his face got as he stared up as looking off in some middle distance. Of all the songs that night this one seemed to have some special resonance.

James Dean

I think you are mistaken. Bob has only played “Walls Of Red Wing” on three occasions.

May 17, 1964 in London England at the Royal Festival Hall

October 26th, 1963 at Carnegie Hall in New York

April 12th, 1963 at Town Hall New York.

That comes from Bob’s official website that documents every live performance he has ever given and the set lists for those shows. Bob has never played “Walls Of Red Wing” in Chicago, but you do have the time period correct.

luv basses

I’m reading a book on none other than Mike Bloomfield and this song is mentioned in it. That’s what’s brought me here. Mike claims that it was this song…that really touched him in some strange way…that night at the Bear, a new Chicago nightclub ran by Grossman. Apparently he didn’t think much of Dylan but ended up playing on his record the following year in New York.

Juan Camacho

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, it's 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 it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, it's 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.

It's 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.
It's 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 us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Hollys Toy land

Slight correction if you don't mind. Sometimes at the end the chorus its 'inside the grounds of the walls of red wind'

Charlie Halen

crazy i love it

kholt1776

This is great

Deb Salinas

I am not bragging about this... I was the 5th girl in Minnesota to go to Red Wing Training School. It was in 1974-73
Our "group" had to go to one of the closed old cottages to clean it something . There in a locker, written in paint was, "Bob Zimmerman - Gibbing, MN," Dylan's name before he was famous. Sure wish we had access to a camera or take that locker door!

cunobelinusX31

Oh fuck, if only, you should have ripped it off?

Deb Salinas

@cunobelinusX31 LOL - ya. For sure! But impossible. I wonder if it's still there. I should find out.

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