text: 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, yeah
  Now she came down from Knightstown
  With her hands hard from the line
  From the first time I laid eyes on her
  I knew that shed be mine
  Her father was a lawman
  He swore hed shoot me dead
  Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie
  And Id have her like I said
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Shooter like me
  Jeannie needs a shooter, yeah
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Shooter by 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 leave that very evening
  And get away somehow
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Shooter like me
  Jeannie needs a shooter, yeah
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  A shooter by her side
  Jeannie needs a shooter, hey
  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