Fiction The Streets Of San Francisco

D D C G D D In a cold misty night E At the corner of Haight Em D She stood with a Colt Ferty-Five. D The gun in her hand E Awaiting her man Em D A victim to take by surprise Bm F#m G She's the Golden Gate Park killer Bm A G She's the scourge of Frisco bay D C Bm A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead Bm F#m G By a man she felt true love for Bm A G But who left out of hand D C Em A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D C Bm D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand D D C G D 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 Got it right between the eyes Bm F#m G She's the Golden Gate Park killer Bm A G She's the scourge of Frisco bay D C Bm A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead Bm F#m G By a man she felt true love for Bm A G But who left out of hand D C Em A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D C Bm D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand Bm F#m G She's the Golden Gate Park killer Bm A G She's the scourge of Frisco bay D C Bm A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead Bm F#m G By a man she felt true love for Bm A G But who left out of hand D C Em A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D C N.C. D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand D D C G D D C G (x17)