The Streets of San Francisco

Harvest Barclay James

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On a cold misty night
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At the corner of Haight
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She stood with a Colt Forty-Five
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The gun in her hand
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Awaiting her man
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A victim to take by surprise

          D      A         G
She's the Golden Gate Park killer
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She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay
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Where she got herself beat up and left for dead
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By a man she felt true love for
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But who left her out of hand
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Now she's out to take revenge on every man
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As she stands there with a pistol in her hand

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The victim arrives
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She looks in his eyes
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He goes for the gun in her hand
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Karl Malden was great
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But just a bit late
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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


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