Текст песни «Richard Thompson - 1952 Vintage Black Lightning»

Said Red Molly to James thatas a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, my hatas off to you
Itas a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And Iave seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Boxhill they did ride

Said James to Red Molly, hereas a ring for your right hand
But Iall tell you in earnest Iam a dangerous man
Iave fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now Iam 21 years, I might make 22
And I donat mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then Iall give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For theyave taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasnat much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said Iall give you my Vincent to ride

Says James, in my opinion, thereas nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses wonat do
They donat have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said Iave 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