Текст песни San Quentin (Live) - Johnny Cash

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."