Barclay James Harvest - Fiction the streets of san francisco
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Tuning: E A D G B E
In a cDold misty night
At theE corner of Haight
SheEm stood with a Colt FertyD-Five.
TheD gun in her hand
AE waiting her man
AEm victim to take by surDprise
She 's theD GoldenA Gate ParkG killer
She 's theD scourge ofA FriscoG bay
Where sheD got herself beatA up and left
forG dead
By aD man sheA felt trueG love
D A. G
for but who left out of hand
NowD she's out to take rGevenge on
everyA man
AS sheD stands there with aG pis-
tol in herD hand
The (D) victim arrives
She (E) looks in his eyes
He (Em) goes for the gun in her (D) hand
Karl (D) Malden was great
But (E) just a bit late
And (Em) it right between the (D)eyes
She 's the (D) Golden (A) Gate Park (G) killer
She 's the (D) scourge of (A) Frisco (G) bay
Where she (D) got herself beat (G) up and left for (G) dead
By a (D) man she (A) felt true (G) love
for but (D) who left (A) out of (G) hand
Now (D) she's out to take re(G)venge on
every (A) man
AS she (D) stands there with a (G) pis-
tol in her (D) hand