Lyrics:

(Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon) 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 know 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 haver her like I said Jeannie needs a shooter Shooter like me Jeannie needs a shooter 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 meet that very evening, and 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 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