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Del McCoury Band's "Vincent Black Lightning" from BLUEGRASS UNDERGROUND
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Del McCoury Band
The Del McCoury Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson
Songwriter
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Del McCoury
Del McCoury
Producer
Ronnie
Ronnie
Producer

Lyrics

Said Red Molly to James, That's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, My hat's 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 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 seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm twenty one years, 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 to ride
Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast 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
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Norton's and Indians and Greeves just 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
Written by: Richard Thompson

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