Lyrics

Whooa! Ain't goin' down Ain't goin' down ooh mama to de well no mo' It's a true believer, Whooa! Ain't goin' down Ain't goin' down ooh mama to de well no mo' If I ever get sick boy, to petty stedder, whoooa! Ain't goin' down, ain't goin' down Oh mama to de well no more Well it's something for me; I don't understand it, whoooa! Charge me with murder Been charged with murder oh Lord I didn't raise my hand, if I ever get lucky And make it back home Ain't goin' down Ain't goin' down ooh mama to de well no mo' I was on the outside lookin' in, lookin' in, lookin' in Now I'm on the inside Now I'm on the inside ooh mama ain't got no friend