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The Rolling Stones - Sweet Black Angel lyrics

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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.
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Copyrights:

Author: Jagger / Richards

Composer: ?

Publisher: CBS Records

Details:

Released in: 1972

Language: English

Appearing on: Exile On Main St (1972)

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