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 death 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 death of me
Love, wine and gasoline
Don't mix with jealousy