BJH - Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco
Track #11, XII
On a [[D]]cold misty night
At the [[E]]corner of Haight
She [[Em]]stood with a Colt Forty-[[D]]Five
The [[D]]gun in her hand
[[E]]waiting her man
[[Em]]victim to take by sur[[D]]prise
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 [[A]]dead
By a [[D]]man she [[A]]felt true [[G]]love for
But [[D]]who left [[A]]her 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]]pistol in her [[D]]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]]got 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 [[A]]dead
By a [[D]]man she [[A]]felt true [[G]]love for
But [[D]]who left [[A]]her 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]]pistol in her [[D]]hand