Richard Thompson – 1952 Vincent Black Lightning (Guitar)

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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 

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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

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Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae

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For they've taken young James Adie 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 bedside

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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 

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Said I'll give you my Vincent to ride

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Said young 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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Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do

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They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52

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And he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys

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He said I don't have any further use for these

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I see angels on 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

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And he gave her his Vincent to ride.