The Streets Of San Francisco — текст песни (Barclay James Harvest)

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 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.
Repeat Chorus.