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 burnin
  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, who swore hed shoot me dead
  Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie, and Id have her like I said
  Now, Jeannie needs a shooter
  Shooter like me
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Shooter on her side
  Jeannie needs a shooter, yeah
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Lets go
  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
  Yeah, Jeannie needs a shooter
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  A shooter on her side
  Jeannie needs a shooter
  Yeah
  Jeannie needs a shooter, hey
  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
  Layin there in the darkness with a pistol by my side
  Jeannie and her father rode off into the night
  Now, Jeannie needs a shooter
  Thank you