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I recall that twisty river bridgeOver that painted river bedThey pumped about a gallon of muddy waterOut of my salty headI woke up in St. James DivineAll wrapped up in plaster and twineThe nurse said I made the front pageOf the River City Sunday TimesOh, that twisty river bridgeWas damn near the death of meLove, wine and gasolineDon't mix with jealousyHave you seen my ReenaDid she, did she make it home?We had a little misunderstandingTalkin' on the telephoneTell her that I miss herBut I don't miss what she doneWhen she run off with that double-talkin'Son of a Preacher's sonOh, that twisty river bridgeWas damn near the death of meLove, wine and gasolineDon't mix with jealousy From Letras Mania