E|E|E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||----------------|| Artist - Barclay James Harvest ******************************** Song - Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco *********************************************** Album - XII (1978) ******************** Tabbed By - Ayreon77 ********************** E|E|E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||----------------|| Tuning = Standard INTRO ****** D E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------|||||| VERSE 1 ******** D On a cold misty night E7 On the corner of Haight G D She stood with a Colt 45 D The gun in her hand E7 Awaiting her man G D A victim to take by surprise E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------|||||| CHORUS ******* Bm G She's the Golden Gate Park killer Bm A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay D C Bm A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead Bm A G By a man she felt true love for Bm A G But who left her out of hand D C Bm A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D G D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------|||||| BDA K ****** D E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------|||||| VERSE 2 ******** D The victim arrives E7 She looks in his eyes G D He goes for the gun in her hand E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------||||||----- VERSE 3 ******** D Karl Malden was great (unlike the film, though) D But just a bit late (this was the real show) G D And got it right between the eyes E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------|||||| CHORUS ******* Bm G She's the Golden Gate Park killer Bm A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay D C Bm A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead Bm A G By a man she felt true love for Bm A G But who left her out of hand D C Bm A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D G D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand Bm G She's the Golden Gate Park killer Bm A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay D C Bm A Where she got herself beat up and left for dead Bm A G By a man she felt true love for Bm A G But who left her out of hand D C Bm A Now she's out to take revenge on every man D C D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand E|E|E|E|E|E|-----------------------|||||| BDA K ****** D G D