Barclay James Harvest - The Streets Of San Francisco, аккорды

BJH - 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