Johnny Cash - San Quentin lyrics
[Johnny Cash - San Quentin lyrics]
"I was thinking about you
Guys yesterday now
I've been here three times before
And I think I understand a little bit of how
You feel about some things it's none of my
Business how you feel about
Some other things
And I don't give a damn about how you
Feel about some other things but anyway, I
Tried to put myself in your place
And I believe this is how I
Would feel about San Quentin"
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 asking why
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you
You've cut me and have 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
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 living hell to me
"Thank you very much one more time?
Maybe before we do it
Though, if any of the guards
Are still speaking to me
Can I have a glass of water?"
(laughter, applause)
Guys yesterday now
I've been here three times before
And I think I understand a little bit of how
You feel about some things it's none of my
Business how you feel about
Some other things
And I don't give a damn about how you
Feel about some other things but anyway, I
Tried to put myself in your place
And I believe this is how I
Would feel about San Quentin"
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 asking why
San Quentin, I hate every inch of you
You've cut me and have 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
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 living hell to me
"Thank you very much one more time?
Maybe before we do it
Though, if any of the guards
Are still speaking to me
Can I have a glass of water?"
(laughter, applause)