Chords for Richard Thompson performs "1952 Vincent Black Lightning" at the 2012 Americana Music Awards

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Says Red Molly to James, _ that's a fine [Eb] _ motorbike, no girl could feel special on any such [Bb] like.
_ Says James to Red Molly, my hat's [Eb] off to you, it's a Vincent Black Lightning [Cm] _
_ _ [Bb] 1952.
And [F] I've seen you at the corners and [Eb] cafes [Bb] it seems, [Fm] red hair and black leather, [Eb] my favourite [Bb] colour scheme.
And [Cm] he pulled around [D] _
[Eb] behind _ _ and _ _ _ down to Box _ _ Hill.
Then [Bb] it _ rises, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your [Eb] right hand.
But I tell you in earnest, I'm a dangerous [Bb] man, _ for I've fought with the law since I [Eb] was seventeen.
_ _ I robbed many a man to get my Vincent [Bb] machine.
_ [F] And now I'm 21 years, I [Eb] might make 22, and [F] I don't mind dying but for [Bb] the love of you.
And if [Cm] fate should break [Eb] my _ _ stride, _ _ then I'll give you my Vincent _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] to _ _ _ ride. _ _
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Come down, come down Red Molly, _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] good Sergeant [Eb] _ McCray, for they're taking young James Eaddy for armed robbery.
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_ Shotgun blast hit his [C] chest, left nothing _ inside.
_ Come down Red Molly to his dying [Bb] bedside. _ _
When [F] she came to the hospital, [Eb] there wasn't much [F] left.
He was running out of road, he was [Eb] running out of [Bb] breath.
_ But [Cm] he smiled [D] to see her cry. _ _
_ _ _ He said, I'll give you my _ Vincent _ _ _ to [Bb] _ _ ride. _ _ _
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_ So James, in my opinion, there's nothing [Eb] in this world _ beats a 52 Vincent, a red-headed [Bb] girl.
_ Now Triumphs and Noughtons and Beezers won't do, _ that don't have a soul like a Vincent 52. _
And [F] he reached for her hand [Eb] and he slipped her the keys.
[F] Said, I've got no [Eb] further use [Bb] for these.
I [F] see angels on aerials [Eb] in leather and [Bb] 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 _ _ _ _ _ _ to _ _ _ _ ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
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