| Said Red Molly to James that’s a fine motorbike
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| A girl could feel special on any such like
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| Said James to Red Molly, well my hat’s off to you
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| It’s a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
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| And I’ve seen you on the corners and cafes it seems
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| Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
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| And he pulled her on behind and down to Boxhill they did ride
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| Said James to Red Molly, here’s a ring for your right hand
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| But I’ll tell you in earnest I’m a dangerous man
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| I’ve fought with the law since I was seventeen
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| I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
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| Now I stand 21, I might not make 22
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| And I don’t mind dying, but for the love of you
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| And if fate should break my stride
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| I’ll give you my Vincent to ride
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| Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
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| For they’ve taken young James for armed robbery
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| Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
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| Come down, Red Molly to his dying beside
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| When she came to the hospital, there wasn’t much left
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| He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
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| But he smiled to see her cry, said I’ll give you my Vincent to ride
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| Said James, in my opinion, there’s nothing in this world
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| Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
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| No Nortons and Indians and Greeves just won’t do
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| They ain’t got a soul like a Vincent 52
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| He reached for her hand and he slip through the keys
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| He said I have no further use for these
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| I see angels and ariels in leather and chrome
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| Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
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| He gave her one last kiss and died and he gave her the Vincent to ride |