Текст песни San Quentin (Live Version) - Johnny Cash
                                                (And 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                thinking 
                                                about 
                                                you 
                                                guys 
                                                yesterday. 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                here 
                                                three 
                                                times 
                                                before, 
                                                ehm)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (I 
                                                think 
                                                    I 
                                                understand 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                bit 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                feel 
                                                about 
                                                something)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (It's 
                                                just 
                                                none 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                bussiness 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                feel 
                                                about 
                                                some 
                                                other 
                                                things)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (And 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                give 
                                                    a 
                                                damn 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                feel 
                                                about 
                                                some 
                                                other 
                                                things)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (But, 
                                                anyway, 
                                                    I 
                                                tried 
                                                to 
                                                put 
                                                myself 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                place)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (And 
                                                    I 
                                                believe 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                way 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                feel 
                                                about 
                                                San 
                                                Quentin)
 
                                    
                                
                                                San 
                                                Quentin, 
                                                you've 
                                                been 
                                                living 
                                                hell 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                blistered 
                                                me 
                                                since 
                                                1963
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                them 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                go 
                                                and 
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                them 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                long 
                                                ago 
                                                    I 
                                                stopped 
                                                asking 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                San 
                                                Quentin, 
                                                    I 
                                                hate 
                                                every 
                                                inch 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                cut 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                you've 
                                                scarred 
                                                me 
                                                through 
                                                and 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                walk 
                                                out 
                                                    a 
                                                wiser, 
                                                weaker 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mr. 
                                                Congressman, 
                                                you 
                                                can't 
                                                understand
 
                                    
                                
                                                (San 
                                                Quentin)
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Thank 
                                                you 
                                                very 
                                                much)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (One 
                                                more 
                                                time? 
                                                Hold 
                                                on)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Hey, 
                                                before 
                                                we 
                                                do, 
                                                tell 
                                                if, 
                                                uh, 
                                                any 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                guards 
                                                who 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                speaking 
                                                to 
                                                me, 
                                                could 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                glass 
                                                of 
                                                water?)
 
                                    
                                
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