Johnny Cash - San Quentin

San Quentin,
You've been livin' hell to me,
You've galled at me since nineteen sixty three,
I've seen 'em come and go,
And I've seen them die,
And long ago I stopped askin' why,
San Quentin,
I hate ev'ry inch of you,
You've cut me and you've scarred me through an' 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 that I'll be different when you're through?
You bend my heart and mind and you warped my soul,
Your stone walls turned 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 livin' hell to me.