Well come down, come down, come down, says Sergeant McRae, well they've taken young James for armed robbery
Shotgun blast to his chest, left nothing inside, oh come down, come down to his dying bedside
When they brought him to the hospital there wasn't much left, he was running out of road, he was running out
of breath
Oh but he smiled to see her cry, said gonna give you my Vincent
Said James, to Red Molly, there ain't nothing in this world, beats a ‘52 Vincent and a red-headed girl.
Now Greeveses and Nortons and Indians won't do, well they don't have a soul like a Vincent ’52.
Oh and he reached for her hand, and he gave her the keys, he said I don't have any further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome, swooping down from heaven to carry, oh me home
And he gave her one last kiss, oh then he died, said I'm a-gonna give(x7) my Vincent to ride
(open soloing over D)