Vincent Black Lightning 1952

Says Red Molly, to James, Well that's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like Says James, to Red Molly, My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme And he pulled her on behind And down to Boxhill, they'd ride Says James, to Red Molly, Here's a ring for your right hand But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two And I don't mind dying but for the love of you But if fate should break my stride, Then I'll give you my Vincent, to Ride Come down Red Molly, called Sargent McQuade For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was runnin' out of road. He was running out of breath But he smiled, to see her cry And said, I'll give you my Vincent, to Ride Said James, In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a '52 Vincent and a red headed girl Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52 Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys He said, I've got no further use for these I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome Swooping down from Heaven to carry me home And he gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent, to ride