I was born down by the river

Where the dirty river flows

And the cool 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 knew that she's be mine

Her father was a lawman

He swore he'd shoot me dead

'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie

And I'd have her like I'd said



Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter like me

Jeannie needs a shooter

Jeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her side

Jeannie needs a shooter

Jeannie needs a shooter

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 to 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

Jeannie needs a shooter

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