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                                          Artist - Barclay James Harvest 
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                                   Song - Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco
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                                               Album - XII (1978)    
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                                              Tabbed By - Ayreon77
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Tuning = Standard


INTRO
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VERSE 1
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     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


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CHORUS
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          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


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BDA K
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VERSE 2
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    D
The victim arrives
    E7
She looks in his eyes
   G                       D
He goes for the gun in her hand


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VERSE 3
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     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


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CHORUS
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          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


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BDA K
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