That psychoed-out psychologist asked me about my drinking ways Every question that he asked me all related back unto my childhood days But if the truth was known I never took to drinking long Long as she was mine   but when she left me I went to hell And heaven was a drink of wine That good doctor said to look at all those ink-spots   And tell me what you see Could I help it if they all looked like big ole broken hearts to me All my friends and kin will tell you ole Hag ain’t the drinking kind But when she left me I went to hell and heaven was a drink of wine Get back get back get on back and leave me alone Can’t you see that you can’t help a man that’s this far gone   Hey good doctor Iâ??ve got something you can’t find in my mind But when she left me I went to hell and heaven was a drink of wine Hey good doctor heaven was a drink of wine