The Rolling Stones — Sweet Black Angel

[Verse 1] Got a sweet black angel Got a pin up girl Got a sweet black angel Up upon my wall Well, she isn’t no singer And she isn’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 pushing Would you take her place? [Chorus] She counting up the minutes She counting up the days She's a sweet black angel, woh [Verse 2] Not a sweet black slave Ten little niggers Sitting on de wall Her brothers been a falling Falling one by one For a judges murder In a judges court Now de judge he going to judge her For all that he's worth Well de gal in danger The gal in chains But she keep on pushing Would you do the same [Chorus] She counting up the minutes She counting up the days She's a sweet black angel, woh [Verse 3] Not a gun toting teacher Not a Red loving school mom Isn’t someone going to free her Free the sweet black slave