Said Red Molly, to James, "Well that's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like"
Says James, to Red Molly, "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 in 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
And I've robbed many of men to get my Vincent machine
And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two
And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
"Come down Red Molly," called Sargent McQuade
"For they've taken young James Aidee in 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'd run out of road, He was runnin' out of breath
But he smiled, to see her cry
And 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 Redheaded girl
Now Nortons, Indians and Greavses, just won't do
No, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent 1952."
Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said, "I don't have any further use for these
I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swoopin' down from the Heavens to carry me home"
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent To Ride