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Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike |
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A girl could feel special on any such like" |
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Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you |
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It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952" |
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And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems |
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Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme |
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And he pulled her on behind |
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And down to Box Hill, they did ride |
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Oh, says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand |
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But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man |
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For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen |
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I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine |
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Now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two |
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And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you |
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And if fate should break my stride |
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Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride" |
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"Come down, come down, Red Molly," called Sergeant McRae |
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"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery |
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Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside |
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Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside" |
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When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left |
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He was running out of road, he was running out of breath |
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But he smiled to see her cry |
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And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride |
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Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world |
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Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl |
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Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves's won't do |
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Ahh, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52" |
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Oh, he reached for her hand then he slipped her the keys |
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He said, "I've got no further use for these |
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I see angels on Ariels, in leather and chrome |
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Swooping down from heaven to carry me home" |
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And he gave her one last kiss and died |
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And he gave her his Vincent to ride |
