| That psycho, that psychologist
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| Asked me about my drinking ways
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| Every question that he asked me
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| All related back on to my childhood days
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| But if the truth was known
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| I never took the drinking long, long as she was mine
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| But when she left me I went to hell
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| Heaven was a drink of wine
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| That good doctor said, «Look at all
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| These ink spots and tell me what you see
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| Could I help it if they all look like
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| Big ol' broken hearts to me?»
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| Ah, my friends in Cane’ll tell you
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| Ol' Haggard ain’t a drinking kind
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| But when she left me I went to hell
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| And heaven was a drink of wine
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| Get back, get back
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| Get on back and leave me alone
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| Can’t you see that you can’t help
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| A man that’s just for gone
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| Hey, good doctor, I’ve got something
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| You can’t find in my mind
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| When she left me I went to hell
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| Heaven was a drink of wine
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| Hey, good doctor
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| Heaven was a drink of wine |