Lyrics The Streets of San Francisco - Barclay James Harvest
On
a
cold
misty
night
At
the
corner
of
Haight
She
stood
with
a
Colt
45
The
gun
in
her
hand
Awaiting
her
man
A
victim
to
take
by
surprise
She′s
the
Golden
Gate
Park
killer
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
killer
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
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