1952 Vincent Black Lightning --- Richard Thompson
[G]Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motor[C]bike
A girl could feel special on any such [G]like
Said James to Red Molly, my hat's off to [C]you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, nineteen fifty-[G]two
And I've [D]seen you at the corners and [C]cafes and it [G]seems
[D]Red hair and black leather, my [C]favourite colour [G]scheme
And he [Am]pulled her on be-[C]hind
And down to Boxhill they did [G]ride
[G]Oh says James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right [C]hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous [G]man
For I've fought with the law since I was seven-[C]teen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent ma-[G]chine
[D]Now I'm 21 years, I might [C]make twenty-[G]two
And I [D] don't mind dying, but [C]for the love of [G] you
And If [Am]fate should break my [C]stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to [G]ride
[G]Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant Mc[C]Rae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robber-[G]y
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing in-[C]side
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bed-[G]side
When she [D]came to the hospital, there [C]wasn't much [G]left
He was [D] running out of road, he was [C]running out of [G]breath
But he [Am]smiled to see her [C]cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to [G]ride
[G]Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this [C]world
Beats a ‘52 Vincent and a red headed [G]girl
Now Beezers and Triumphs and Nortons won't [C]do,
They don't have a soul like a Vincent fifty-[G]two
He [D]reached for her hand and he [C]slipped her the [G]keys
He said [D]I’ve got no further [C]use for [G]these
I see [D] angels on Ariels in [C]leather and [G]chrome
[D]Swooping down from heaven to [C]carry me [G]home
And he [Am]gave her one last kiss and [C]died
And he gave her his Vincent to [G]ride