Lyrics:
The Streets Of San Francisco

On a cold misty night On 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

with the California sun she goes down every night And hits the Streets of San Francisco walkin' for her life She'll walk the Streets of San Francisco

Translation: James Harvest Barclay. The Streets Of San Francisco.