San Quentin, you've been l^Givin' hell to ^Cme You've hosted me since n^Fineteen sixty th^Cree I've s^Feen 'em come and go and I've seen them d^Cie And long ago I s^Gtopped askin' ^Cwhy

San Quentin, I hate ^Gevery inch of ^Cyou. You've cut me and you s^Fcarred me through and t^Chrough And ^FI'll walk out a wiser weaker ^Cman Mister Congressman ^Gyou can't underst^Cand

San Quentin, what good ^Gdo you think you ^Cdo? Do you think I'll be d^Fifferent when you're t^Chrough? You ^Fbend my heart and mind and you warp my s^Coul, And your stone walls turn my ^Gblood a little c^Cold.

San Quentin, may you r^Got and burn in h^Cell. May your walls fall and may I live to t^Gell. May a^Cll the world forget you ever s^Ftood. And may ^Call the world regr^Get you did no g^Cood. San Quentin, I hate^G every inch of ^Cyou ^{G C}