San Quentin

San Quentin
Here it is again, San Quentin, just for you
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.
You've guarded 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 you've scarred me through and thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.
(San Quentin)
San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
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 down and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And the world regret you did no good.
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.
Thank you. alright, we'll do it again after a while
Before we go tonight, we'll probably do it again
I got, I I I kinda like myself now
Alright
Huh?
La canción 'San Quentin' de Johnny Cash refleja el sentimiento de resentimiento, dolor y desesperación de un prisionero hacia la prisión en la que está encarcelado...