Chords for Richard Thompson & Nanci Griffith - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Now a good friend and a wonderful [Bbm] performer, please welcome Nancy Griffith. _ _
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_ Red Molly to _ James, that's a fine [Eb] _ motorbike.
A girl who feels special and is [Bb] such a like.
Says James to Red Molly, my heart's off [Eb] to you.
_ It's a Vincent Black Lightning _ _ [Bb] 1952.
_ [F] I've seen you at the corners [Eb] and cafes [Bb] it [F] seems.
Red hair and black leather, [Eb] my favorite [Bb] color scheme.
[Cm] Honey pulled a run [D] [Eb] behind. _ _
_ _ I'm down to Box Hill.
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James to Red Molly, [Gm] there's a ring [Eb] for your right hand.
But I'll tell you in honest,
I'm a dangerous [Bb] _ man.
For I fought with the law since I was [Eb] 17.
_ I robbed many a man to get my
Vincent [Bb] machine. _
[F] But now I'm 21 years, [Eb] I might make [Bb]
22.
[F] But I don't mind dying [Eb] but for the [Bb] love of you.
And [Cm] if fate should [Eb] break my _ stride, I'll give you my Vincent _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] too.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ down, come down Red Molly.
_ Cold side took [Eb] my cray.
Thought I'd taken young James AD for armed [Bb] robbery.
_ _ _ Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing [Eb] _ inside.
Come down Red Molly to his dying [Bb] _
bedside.
When [F] she came to the hospital, [Eb] there wasn't [Bb] much left.
[F] He was running out the road, [Eb] he was running
like a [Bb] brown.
But [Cm] he smiled [Eb] to see her cry.
_ He said I'll give you my Vincent _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Says James, in my opinion there's [F] nothing in [Eb] this world beats a 52 Vincent and a red [Bb]-headed gal.
Now nothing's an Andean's and Greaves's and [Eb] Ducati's won't do.
They don't have a soul like a Vincent [Bb] 52.
_ [F] When we reached for her hand [Eb] and he slipped [Bb] out the [F] keys.
Said I've got no [Eb] further use [Bb] for these.
[F] I see angels on [Eb] aerials in leather and [Bb] chrome [F] swooping down from heaven [Eb] to carry [Bb] my heart. _ _ _
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[Cm] And he gave her one [D] [Eb] last kiss and _ died.
_ _ And he gave her his Vincent _ _ _ _ [Bb] too.
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