1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Said Molly to James
 That's a fine motor bike
 Make a girl feel special on any such alike
 Said James to Red Milly
 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
 And 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
 For I've fought with the law since I was 17
 Robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
 Now I'm 21 years I might make 22
 And I don't mind dying but for the love of you
 And if they should break my stride
 Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
 Come down, Come down Red Molly, Called Sargent McCray
 They've taken young James A.D. 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 James in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
 That beats a 52 Vincent and a red-headed girl
 Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do,
 they don't have the soul of a Vincent '52
 He reached for her hand and slipped her the keys
 Said I don't have any further use for these
 I see angels on aerials in leather and chrome
 swooping down from heaven to carry me home
 And he gave her one last kiss and died,
 And he gave her his Vincent to ride