(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
aka 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 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.