Paroles de 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbikeA girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
I've seen you on the corner and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill 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've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I am 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
If fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
We've taken young James Adie in for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
She got to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
He smiled to see her cry
Said I'll give you my Vincent, to ride They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no 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
And down to Box Hill 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've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I am 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
If fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
We've taken young James Adie in for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
She got to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
He smiled to see her cry
Said I'll give you my Vincent, to ride They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no 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
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