San Quentin

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've hosted 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 have scarred me through and thru
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Miter 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 bent my heart and mind and you may my soul;
And you 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
Ans may all the world regret you did no good

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