Rolling Stones Sweet Black Angel
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 n..ers Sittin' on de wall, Her brothers been a fallin', Fallin' one by one. For a judges murder In a judges court, 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.
