Richard Thompson - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning Lyrics
Said Red Molly to James, that's a fine motorbikeA girl could feel special on any such likeSaid James to Red Molly,Well my hat's off to youIt's a Vincent Black Lightning 1952And I've seen you at the corners and cafes, it seemsRed hair and black leatherMy favourite colour schemeAnd he pulled her on behindAnd down to Boxhill they did rideSaid James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right handBut I'll tell you in earnest,I'm a dangerous manI've fought with the law since I was seventeenI robbed many a man to get my Vincent machineNow I'm 21 years, I might make 22And I don't mind dying, but for the love of youand if fate should break my strideI'll give you my Vincent to rideCome down, come down, Red MollyCalled Seargeant McRaeFor they've taken young James Adie for armed robberyShotgun blast hit his chestLeft nothing insidecoome down, Red Molly to his dying bedsideWhen she came to the hospitalThere wasn't much leftHe was running out of roadHe was running out of breathBut he smiled to see her crySaid I'll give you my Vincent to rideSaid young James, in my opinion,There's nothing in this worldBeats a '52 Vincent and a red-headed girlNow Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't doThey don't have a soul like a Vincent '52He reached for her hand and he gave her the keysHe said I don't have any further use for theseI see angels on ariels in leather and chromeSwooping down from heaven to carry me homeHe gave her one last kiss and diedAnd he gave her his Vincent to ride-------------------------------------------------
