Barclay James Harvest - Streets Of San Francisco lyrics

On a cold misty night On the corner of Haight She stood with a Colt forty-five The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise She's the Golden Gate Park k**er She's the scourge of Frisco Bay Where she got herself beat up And left for dead By a man she felt true love for But who left her out of hand Now she's out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand The victim arrives She looks in his eyes He goes for the gun in her hand Karl Malden was great. (unlike the film, though) But just a bit late. (this was the real show) And got it right between the eyes She's the Golden Gate Park k**er She's the scourge of Frisco Bay Where she got herself beat up And left for dead By a man she felt true love for But who left her out of hand Now she's out to take revenge on every man As she stands there with a pistol in her hand Repeat Chorus