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