xBJH - 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 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 [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
