1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Said Red Molly, to James, "That's a fine motorbike

A girl could feel special on any such like"

Said 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

Down to Knoxville, they did ride

Said James, to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand

But I'll tell you in earnest, I'm a dangerous man

I've fought with the law since I was seventeen

And I've robbed many men to get my Vincent machine

And now, I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two

And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you

And if fate 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 Aidee in for armed robbery

Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside

Come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside"

When she got to the hospital, there wasn't much left

He was run out of road, he was runnin' out of breath

But he smiled to see her cry

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 Greavses, they just won't do

Oh, they don't got soul like a Vincent, 1952"

Oh, he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys

Said, "Don't have any further use for these

I see Angels on aerials in leather and chrome

Swoopin' down from the Heavens to carry me home"

And he gave her one last kiss and died

And he gave her his Vincent to ride