Jeannie Needs A Shooter - Bruce Springsteen, 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 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  

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