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