San Quentin — текст песни (Johnny Cash)

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 them die
And long ago I stopped askin` why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You`ve cut me and have scarred me thru an` thru.
And I`ll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister 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 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, you`ve been livin` hell to me.