Jim, this version is by John Koerner. I'm interested in Roberts version that is different

I picked up the paper, Read the morning news.
They said it was a murder, And there weren't no clues.
It wasn't only one, There were three women dead.
I asked my baby and you know what she said:
It was Creepy John.
Creepy John.
Let me tell all you people, You know it was Creepy John.

Women went home, Closed the doors.
They wouldn't go walking, In the street no more.
They shut the windows, And drew the blinds.
Ain't got one thing on their worried minds, was Creepy John.
Creepy John.
Let me tell all you people, They knowed it was Creepy John.

Creepy John gonna strike, Most anywhere.
Kills washer woman, Or millionaire.
Don't make no difference, Now, where you're from.
All the women are the same to Creepy John.
Creepy John.
Let me tell all you people, They knowed it was Creepy John.

Now the police are searching, All over town.
Got on his trail now, Couldn't run him down.
Chicago, New York, There's women lying dead.
I tell you one thing they ain't got him yet, Creepy John.
Creepy John
Let me tell all you people, They know it was Creepy John.