I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows
   And the cold wind cut through me; it cut right through my clothes
   And the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veins
   Set the fire burning
   She came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line
   From the first time I laid eyes on her I know that she'd be mine
   Her father was a lawman--he swore he'd shoot me dead
   'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd haver her like I said
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   Shooter like me
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   Shooter on her side
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   We met down by the river on the final day in May
   And when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn away
   I drew out all my money and together we did vow
   To meet that very evening, and get away somehow
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   Shooter like me
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   Shooter on her side
   Jeannie needs a shooter
   The night was cold and rainy down by the borderline
   I was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behind
   As I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my side
   Jeannie and her father rode off into the night
   Jeannie needs a shooter