A girl could feel special
It's Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you in corners
Red hair, red black leather,
And he pulled her on behind
Down to Knoxville they did ride
Here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest
to get my Vincent machine
And if they should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Benson
Come down, come down, Molly,
They've taken young James
Shotgun blast through the chest,
Come down, come down, Molly,
When she came to the hospital
He was running out of rope,
he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
He said, I'll give you for Vincent to ride
Well, said James, in my opinion,
there's nothing in this world
that beats a Vincent Black Lightning
Then he reached for her hand
and he slipped her the keys
Said, don't have any further use for these
And he gave her one last kiss and died