[1] Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motor [4] bike
A girl could feel special on any such [1] like
Said James to Red Molly My hat's off to [4] you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning Nineteen Fifty [1] Two
[5] And I've seen you on the corners and [4] cafes it [1] seems
[5] Red hair and black leather my [4] favorite color [1] scheme
And he [2m] pulled her on be-[4]-hind
And down to Knoxville they did [1] 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 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 Sargent McCray
They've taken young James Aidee for armed robbery
Shotgun blast to 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 Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
Ah they don't have a soul like a Vincent '52
He reached for her hand and slipped her the keys
Said I don't have any further use for these
I see angels on aerials 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