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