A girl could feel special on any such you like

Said James to Red Molly, my hats off to you

It’s a Vincent Black Lightning 1952

And I’ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems

Red hair and black leather my favorite color schemes

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 seventeen

I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine

Now I’m twenty-one years old, I might make twenty-two

And I don’t mind dying, but for the love of you

And if fate should break my stride, then I’ll give you my Vincent ride

Come down, come down Red Molly, called Sergeant McCrae

For they’ve taken young James Adie for armed robbery

Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothin 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, he 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 Greeves won’t do

Ah, they don’t have a soul like a Vincent ’52

He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys

Said I don’t have any further use for these

I see angels on ariels 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