Vincent Black Lightning

By Richard Thompson

Madeline Fendrick - vocals

Brian Peck - guitar, vocals

Said Red Molly to James, "That's a fine moterbike

A girl could feels special on any such 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 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

For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen

Robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine

Now I'm 21, and I might make 22

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

And if fate should break my stride

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 hit his chest, left nothing inside

Oh, 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

And said, "I'll give you my Vincent to ride"


Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world

Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl

No Nortons, or Indians, or Greeves' won't do

They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52"

He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys

Said, "I've got no further use for these

I see angels and 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