I recall that twisty river bridge
Over that painted river bed
They pumped about a gallon of muddy water
Out of my salty head
I woke up in St. James Divine
All wrapped up in plaster and twine
The nurse said I made the front page
Of the River City Sunday Times
Oh, that twisty river bridge
Was damn near the d**h of me
Love, wine and gasoline
Don't mix with jealousy
Have you seen my Reena
Did she, did she make it home?
We had a little misunderstanding
Talkin' on the telephone
Tell her that I miss her
But I don't miss what she done
When she run off with that double-talkin'
Son of a Preacher's son
Oh, that twisty river bridge
Was damn near the d**h of me
Love, wine and gasoline
Don't mix with jealousy