We didn't know at all;
We didn't see a thing.
You can't hold us to blame -
What could we do?
It was a terrible shame,
But we can't bear the blame.
Oh no, not us, we didn't know.
"We didn't know", said the congregation,
Singing a hymn in a church of white.
"The Press was full of lies about us,
Preacher told us we were right.
The outside agitators came;
They burned some churches and put the blame
On decent southern people's names,
To set our colored people aflame.
And maybe some of our boys got hot,
And a couple of niggers and reds got shot,
They should have stayed where they belong -
The preacher would've told us if we'd done wrong."
We didn't know at all;
We didn't see a thing.
You can't hold us to blame -
What could we do?
It was a terrible shame,
But we can't bear the blame.
Oh no, not us, we didn't know.
"We didn't know", said the puzzled voter,
Watching the President on TV.
"I guess we've got to drop those bombs,
If we're gonna keep South Asia free.
The President's such a peaceful man,
I guess he's got some kind of plan.
They say we're torturing prisoners of war,
But I don't believe that stuff no more.
Torturing prisoners is a communist game,
And You can bet they're doing the same.
I wish this war was over and through,
But what do you expect me to do?"
We didn't know at all;
We didn't see a thing.
You can't hold us to blame -
What could we do?
It was a terrible shame,
But we can't bear the blame.
Oh no, not us, we didn't know.