1952 VINCENT BLACK LIGHTNING	     
								 
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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 at the corners and cafes it seems 
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Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour 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'm 21 years, I might 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 


Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae 
For they've taken young James adie for armed robbery 
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside 
Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside 
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left 
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath 
But he smiled to see her cry 
Said I'll give you my Vincent to ride 


Said young James. in my opinion, there's nothing in this world 
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl 
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do 
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52 
He reached for her hand and he gave her the keys 
He said I don't have any further use for these 
I see angels and ariels in leather and chrome 
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home 
He gave her one last kiss and died 
And he gave her his Vincent to ride.