The Streets of San Francisco (Harvest Barclay James)

D On a cold misty night E At the corner of Haight Em D She stood with a Colt Forty-Five D The gun in her hand E Awaiting her man Em D A victim to take by surprise D A G She's the Golden Gate Park killer D A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay D G A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead D A G By a man she felt true love for D A G But who left her out of hand D G A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D G D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand D The victim arrives E She looks in his eyes Em D He goes for the gun in her hand D Karl Malden was great E But just a bit late Em D And got it right between the eyes D A G She's the Golden Gate Park killer D A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay D G A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead D A G By a man she felt true love for D A G But who left her out of hand D G A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D G D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand