Lyrics The Rolling Stones

The 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, the gal in chains

But she keep on pushin'

Would you take her place?

She countin' up the minutes

She countin' up the days

She's a sweet black angel, woh

Not a sweet black slave

Ten little niggers

Sittin' on the wall

Her brothers been a fallin'

Fallin' one by one

For a judge's murder

In a judge's court

Now de judge he gonna judge her

For all dat he's worth

Well the gal in danger

The gal in chains

But she keep on pushin'

Would you do the same?

She countin' up the minutes

She countin' up the 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 the sweet black slave

Free the sweet black slave

Free the sweet black slave

Free the sweet black slave