(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