San Quentin you've been livin' hell to me You hosted 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've cut me and you scarred me through and through And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man Mr Congresman you can't understand [ guitar ] San Quentin what good do you think you do Do you think I'll be diff'rent when you're through You bent my heart and mind and you ward 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