Said Red Molly to James, that's a fine motorbike
a girl could feel special on any such alike
Said James to Red Molly my hats off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning 1952
And I've seen you on 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
I've fought with the law since I was 17
I'v 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
Break
Come down, come down Red Molly, called Sgt McCray
They taken young James A.D. for armed robbery
Shotgun blast to 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 on last kiss and died,
And he gave her his Vincent to ride