Rolling Stones

Got a sweet black angel,
Got a pin up girl,
Got a sweet black angel,
Up upon my wall.
Well, she aint no singer
And she aint 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,
Shes 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 hes 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,
Shes a sweet black angel,
Not a gun toting teacher,
Not a Red lovin school mom,
Aint someone gonna free her,
Free de sweet black slave,
Free de sweet black slave.
[ Sweet Black Angel Lyrics ]