Barclay James Harvest - Fiction the streets of san francisco

In a ^Dcold misty night At the ^Ecorner of Haight She ^Emstood with a Colt Ferty-^DFive. The ^Dgun in her hand Aw^Eaiting her man A ^Emvictim to take by sur^Dprise

She's the ^BmGolden ^F#mGate Park ^Gkiller She's the ^Bmscourge of ^AFrisco ^Gbay Where she ^Dgot herself beat ^Cup and ^Bmleft for ^Adead

By a ^Bmman she ^F#mfelt true ^Glove for But ^Bmwho left ^Aout of ^Ghand Now she's ^Dout to take re^Cvenge on ^Emevery ^Aman As she ^Dstands there with a ^Cpistol ^Bmin her ^Dhand

The ^Dvictim arrives She ^Elooks in his eyes He ^Emgoes for the gun in her ^Dhand Karl ^DMalden was great But ^Ejust a bit late Got ^Emit right between the ^Deyes

She's the ^BmGolden ^F#mGate Park ^Gkiller She's the ^Bmscourge of ^AFrisco ^Gbay Where she ^Dgot herself beat ^Cup and ^Bmleft for ^Adead

By a ^Bmman she ^F#mfelt true ^Glove for But ^Bmwho left ^Aout of ^Ghand Now she's ^Dout to take re^Cvenge on ^Emevery ^Aman As she ^Dstands there with a ^Cpistol ^Bmin her ^Dhand

She's the ^BmGolden ^F#mGate Park ^Gkiller She's the ^Bmscourge of ^AFrisco ^Gbay Where she ^Dgot herself beat ^Cup and ^Bmleft for ^Adead

By a ^Bmman she ^F#mfelt true ^Glove for But ^Bmwho left ^Aout of ^Ghand Now she's ^Dout to take re^Cvenge on ^Emevery ^Aman As she ^Dstands there with a ^Cpi^N.C.stol in her ^Dhand