Red Money
Send red money to James
That's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special
on any such light
Said James to Red Muddy,
my hat's off to you
That's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at corners
and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather,
my favorite color scheme
And he put her on behind
And down to Buck's Hill they did ride
Said James, two red mallets,
a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest,
I'm a dangerous man
For I've fought with the law
since I was seventeen
I've robbed many a man
to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years old
but I'm age 22
Don't mind dying but for the love of you
And if age break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride
Come down, come down, Red Molly,
said Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James
Eighty for round robbery
Shotgun blast to the chest,
left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly,
to his dying bedside
When she got 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 drive
Said, James, in my opinion,
there's nothing in this world
It's fifty -two Benson
and a red -headed girl
The nuns and minions
and grievances won't do
They don't have a soul
like a Benson fifty -two
And he reached for a hand
and he slipped her the keys
Said, I've got no further use of these
I see angels on aerials
in leather and chrome
Swoopin' down from
heaven to carry me home
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent
to ride
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