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