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San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me |
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You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three |
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I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die |
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And long ago I stopped askin' why |
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San Quentin, I hate every inch of you. |
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You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru. |
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And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man; |
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Mister Congressman why can't you understand. |
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San Quentin, what good do you think you do? |
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Do you think I'll be different when you're through? |
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You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul, |
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And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold. |
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San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. |
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May your walls fall and may I live to tell. |
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May all the world forget you ever stood. |
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And may all the world regret you did no good. |
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San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me. |
