1952 Vincent Black Lightning Songtext
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1952 Vincent Black Lightning Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Richard Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com