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 knew 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 have her like I said
 
 Jeannie needs a shooter
 Shooter like me
 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 leave that very evening and get away somehow
 
 Jeannie needs a shooter
 Shooter like me
 Jeannie needs a shooter
 Shooter on her side
 Jeannie needs a shooter
 
 The night was cold and rainy down by the riverside
 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