What's Goin' On Down There

Nobody knows about
Nobody knows about
What’s goin' on down there
Who’s gonna tell about
Who’s gonna tell about
What’s goin' on down there
They dragged the Mississippi for the three lost men
They came up with other guys, eight, nine, ten
And threw them back again, Oh
You try to register like the constitution said
They take away your job and they take away your bread;
You might as well be dead, Oh
They throw you into jail all covered with blood
F.B.I. man won’t do you any good;
He also wears the hood, Oh
You stand up like a man and they cut you in two
The killer goes to trial, but what good does it do?
He’s on the jury, too, Oh
The newspaper pages have nothing to say
They either tell lies or they hide it all away
Day after day after day, Oh
We sing you this song so you know what’s true
And you’ve got to take the story everywhere you go
Because it’s up to you, Oh