1952 Vincent Black Lightning Chords by Richard Thompson

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