San Quentin you′ve been living hell to me
You've blistered me since nineteen sixty three
I′ve seen them come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped asking why

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

San Quentin what good do you think you do?
Do you think I′ll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart & 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 and may I live to tell
May all the world forget you ever stood
And the whole world will regret you did no good

San Quentin you′ve been living hell to me.

Writer(s): JOHNNY CASH<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com