San Quentin - Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969

Lyrics for San Quentin - Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me You blistered me since 1963 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 cut me and you scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mister Congressman, you can't 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 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 may all the world regret you did no good San Quentin, I hate every inch of you "Thank you very much. One more time? All right, all right. Hey, before we do it, though, if any of the guards are still speaking to me, could I have a glass of water? Here it is again, 'San Quentin', just for you."