You know, Dade County Jail is nine stories tall
I say Dade County Jail is nine stories tall now
Air-conditioned from wall to wall
Still they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Now the building was built
For just fifty two
To one hundred and twenty now
My how they grew
Governor Foss Bryant
Now, what you gonna do
When they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I say Dade County Jail is nine stories tall now
Air-conditioned from wall to wall
They’re not even usin’ three floors at all
Still they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Now, I’ve seen your courthouse
With its big shiny doors
I’ve seen your church windows
Costin’ thousands or more
But I’ve never seen
Children sleepin’ on floors
Still they can’t find a bed for
No, they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Hey there, all you mothers
Your good City Fathers
Aren’t even good brothers
When they can’t find a bed for
No, they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I’ve seen your Torch of Friendship
In Bay Front Park
How can you speak of friendship
With your children in the dark
They got a park for the senior citizen’s ball
They can’t find a bed for
No, they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I say Dade County Jail is nine stories tall now
Air-conditioned from wall to wall
They’re not even usin’ three floors at all
Still they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I say Dade County Jail is nine stories tall now
Air-conditioned from wall to wall
Still they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Now the building was built
For just fifty two
To one hundred and twenty now
My how they grew
Governor Foss Bryant
Now, what you gonna do
When they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I say Dade County Jail is nine stories tall now
Air-conditioned from wall to wall
They’re not even usin’ three floors at all
Still they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Now, I’ve seen your courthouse
With its big shiny doors
I’ve seen your church windows
Costin’ thousands or more
But I’ve never seen
Children sleepin’ on floors
Still they can’t find a bed for
No, they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Hey there, all you mothers
Your good City Fathers
Aren’t even good brothers
When they can’t find a bed for
No, they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I’ve seen your Torch of Friendship
In Bay Front Park
How can you speak of friendship
With your children in the dark
They got a park for the senior citizen’s ball
They can’t find a bed for
No, they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
I say Dade County Jail is nine stories tall now
Air-conditioned from wall to wall
They’re not even usin’ three floors at all
Still they can’t find a bed for
No they can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
Can’t find a bed for Juvenile Hall
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 13/10/2016 - 15:31
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Scritta da Vince Martin & Fred Neil
Nell’album “Tear Down the Walls”, con la collaborazione di Felix Pappalardi (1939-1983, cantante, bassista, compositore, produttore dei Cream e fondatore dei Mountain) e John Sebastian (1944-, fondatore de The Lovin' Spoonful)
Ho trovato il testo su Fred Neil Lyrics. Compiled by Robin Dunn & Chrissie van Varik
Una canzone di protesta che racconta di come nei primi anni 60 ai detenuti nel carcere minorile di Miami (Miami-Dade County Jail) non fosse nemmeno garantito un letto dove dormire, costretti a dormire in terra. L’amministrazione spendeva bei soldi per il tribunale, per la chiesa e per altri servizi alla comunità e non trovava i soldi per garantire una branda ai giovani detenuti…