At San Quentin - Johnny Cash - 1969

At San Quentin by Johnny Cash is a song released in 1969 by American singer-songwriter Johnny Cash. It was recorded live at the San Quentin State Prison in California, hence the title. The song became an iconic part of Cash's repertoire and was a follow-up to his previous successful prison album, "At Folsom Prison."

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• At San Quentin is a live album recorded by Johnny Cash at the San Quentin State Prison in 1969.
• The album's title track, "San Quentin", is a song written by Cash specifically for the concert at the prison.
• The album was a commercial success, reaching No. 1 on the country music album charts and receiving a Grammy nomination for Best Male Country Vocal Performance.

@negativecharisma7583: This man walked into San Quentin and performed a song utterly trashing San Quentin and the entire prison system. Absolutely legendary.

@Em-jf5cl: This song is incredible, but what really makes this entire album so moving is the response from the audience.

@jacksongunnels9836: One of the most revolutionary live performances of all time, no one had the balls to go into a place like this and put on a great show but Cash. What he did for prison reform in America will never been forgotten.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me

You've blistered me since nineteen sixty three

I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die

And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.

You've cut me and you scarred me through and through.

And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;

Mister Congressman you can't understand.

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,

And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.

May your walls fall and may 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.