San ^AQuentin, you'v^De been livin' hell ^Ato me You'^Ave hosted me since ^Dnineteen sixty ^Athree I've^D seen 'em come and go ^Aand I've seen them die ^EAnd long ago I stopped askin^A' why

San ^AQuentin, I hat^De every inch of you^A. You'^Ave cut me and have ^Dscarred me thru^A an' thru. And ^DI'll walk out a wiser ^Aweaker man; ^EMister Congressman why can't you ^Aunderstand.

San ^AQuentin, what ^Dgood do you think y^Aou do' Do y^Aou think I'll be di^Dfferent when yo^Au're through' You ^Dbent my heart and mind^A and you rob my soul, ^EAnd your stone walls turn my blood a little ^Acold.

San ^AQuentin, may y^Dou rot and burn in ^Ahell. May ^Ayour walls fall and^D may I live to ^Atell. May ^Dall the world forget y^Aou ever stood. ^EAnd may all the world regret^A you did no good.

^GSan Quentin, you've been^A livin' hell t^Do me.