The Rolling Stones - Sweet Black Angel lyrics

Got a sweet black angel,

Got a pin up girl,

Got a sweet black angel,

Up upon my wall.

Well, she ain`t no singer

And she ain`t no star,

But she sure talk good,

And she move so fast.

But the gal in danger,

Yeah, de gal in chains,

But she keep on pushin`,

Would ya take her place?

She countin` up de minutes,

She countin` up de days,

She`s a sweet black angel, woh,

Not a sweet black slave.

Ten little niggers

Sittin` on de wall,

Her brothers been a fallin`,

Fallin` one by one.

For a judge they murdered

And a judge they stole,

Now de judge he gonna judge her

For all dat he`s worth.

Well de gal in danger,

De gal in chains,

But she keep on pushin`

Would you do the same?

She countin` up de minutes,

She countin` up de days,

She`s a sweet black angel,

Not a gun toting teacher,

Not a Red lovin` school mom,

Ain`t someone gonna free her,

Free de sweet black slave,

Free de sweet black slave.