Jeannie Needs A Shooter

[E]  [A] [B]

[E]I was born down by the r[A]iver where the dirty water fl[E]ows
And the cold wind cut t[A]hrough me; it cut right through my clo[E]thes
And the anger and the y[A]earning, like fever in my ve[E]ins
[E]Set the fire [A]burning [E]

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

[E]Jeannie needs a s[B]hooter, s[A]hooter like m[E]e
[E]Jeannie needs a s[B]hooter
[E]Jeannie needs a s[B]hooter, s[A]hooter on her s[E]ide
[E]                [B]        Intro
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

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