Here it is again, San Quentin, just for you

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've guarded me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen 'em die
And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you
You've cut me and you've scarred me through and thru
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man
Mister Congressman why can't you understand

(San Quentin)

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart and mind and you warp my soul
Your stone walls turn my blood a little cold

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell
May your walls fall down and may I live to tell
May all the world forget you ever stood
And the world regret you did no good

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me

Thank you. alright, we'll do it again after a while
Before we go tonight, we'll probably do it again
I got, I I I kinda like myself now
Alright
Huh?

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Writer(s): Johnny Cash