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San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me You blistered me since nineteen sixty-three 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 cut me and you scarred me through an' 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 bend 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