by Johnny Cash. . Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,. The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.. I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees;.
San Quentin you've been living hell to me. You've galled at me since 1963. I've seen them come and go and I've seen them die. And long ago I stopped asking why.