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San Quentin, you've been living hell to me You blistered me since 1963 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 oy you You cut me and you scarred me thru and thru And I'll walk out a wiser, weaker man Mr. 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 thru 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 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.
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