Fiction The Streets Of San Francisco Chords & Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

In a c[D]old misty night
At the[E] corner of Haight
She[Em] stood with a Colt Ferty[D] -Five.
The[D] gun in her hand
A[E] waiting her man
A[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[A] up and left
for[G] dead
By a[D] man she[A] felt true[G] love
[D] A. [G]
for but who left out of hand
Now[D] she's out to take r[G]evenge on
every[A] man
AS she[D] stands there with a[G] pis-
tol 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) 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