San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me. You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three 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 have scarred me through and thru. And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man; Miter Congressman why can't you 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 may my soul; And you stone walls turn my blood a little cold San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. May your walls fall down and may I live to tell. May all the world forget you ever stood. Ans may all the world regret you did no good. San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.