Chords for Richard Thompson - '1952 Vincent Black Lightning' (live acoustic performance)

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_ _ to you.
Says Red Molly to James, that's a fine [Eb] motorbike. _
No girl could [Bb] feel [Eb] special in any [Bb] such light.
_ Says James to Red Molly, my heart's off to [Eb] you.
That's a Vincent Black Lightning _ _ [Bb] 1952. _
[F] And I've seen you at the corners [Eb] and [Bb] cafes it [F] seems.
Red hair and black [Eb] leather, my favourite colour [Bb] scheme.
[Cm] And he pulled around [Eb]
behind _ _ and _ _ _ down to Fox _ _ Hill.
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Says James to Red Molly, it's a ring for [Eb] your right hand.
But I tell you [Ab] in earnest, [Eb] I'm a [Bb] dangerous man.
For I fought with the [Eb] law since I was seventeen. _
I robbed many a man to get my [Bb] Vincent machine.
_ [F] And now I'm 21 [Eb] years and I've made [F] 22.
And I don't mind [Eb] dying but for [Bb] the love of you.
[Cm] And if fighting [D]
[Eb] should break my stride, _ _ _
then I'll give you my Vincent _ _ _ _ _ [F] too.
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[Bb] _ _ Come _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ down, come down Red Molly,
call Sergeant [Eb] _
McRae.
For they're taking young James A.D. for armed [Bb] robbery.
_ _ _ Shotgun blast in his chest, left nothing [Eb] inside. _
Come down [Bb] Red Molly to [Eb] his dying [Bb]
bedside.
When [F] she came to the [Eb] hospital there [Bb] wasn't much [F] left.
He was running out of rod, [Eb] he was running [Bb] out of breath.
[Cm] But he smiled to [Eb] see her cry. _ _ _ _
Said I'll give you my Vincent _ _ _ _ [Bb] too. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world.
It's a 52 Vincent [Eb] and a red [Bb] headed girl.
Now Triumphs and Nortons and [Eb] Beezers won't do.
They don't have a soul like a Vincent [Bb] 52.
_ [F] He reached for her hand [Eb] and he slipped [Bb] her the keys.
[F] Said I've got no [Eb] further use [Bb] for these.
[F] I see angels on aerials [Eb] in leather [Bb] and chrome.
[F] Swooping down from heaven [Eb] to carry [Bb] me home. _ _
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_ _ [Cm] And he gave her one last [Eb] kiss and died. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And he gave her his _ Vincent _ _ _ too.
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_ _ _ _ Thank you. _ _
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