San Quentin

Matanza

Compositor: Johnny Cash

Tom: C

(intro)


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    B                    F#                 B
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
                       E                    B
You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three
F#                                              B
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die
B             F#                  B
And long ago I stopped askin' why

    B               F#               B
San Quentin, I hate evry inch of you.
                       E                        B
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
F#                                   B
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
B                      F#                  B
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

(solo)

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    B             F#                       B
San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
                    E                              B
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
    F#                                         B
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
         B                   F#                  B
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

    B                F#                   B
San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
                              E            B
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
   F#                                   B
May all the world forget you ever stood.
        B             F#                      B
And may all the world regret you did no good.

    B                   F#              B
San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.