San Quentin
(Johnny Cash)

(I was thinking about you guys yesterday. I've been here three times before, and
I think I understand a little bit how you feel about some things. None of my business how you feel about some other things, and I don't give a damn how you feel about some other things
but anyway, I tried to put myself in your place, and I believe that this is the way that I would feel about San Quentin.)

San Quentin, you've been living hell to me
You've scalded me since 1963
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen 'em 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 walk out a wiser, weaker man
Mr. Congressman, you can't understand

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think that I'll be different when you're through?
You've bent my heart and mind and you've warped 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 may all the world regret you did no good

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you