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