D-I-V-O-R-C-E

(Bobby Braddock - Curly Putman)



Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man

So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand

Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E

The words we're spelling for him now tear the heart right out of me.



Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today

Me and little J-O-E we'll be going away

I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me

I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.



Watch him smile he thinks it's Christmas or his fifth birthday

'Cause he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play

I spell out all the hurting words and turn my head when I speak

But I can't spell away this hurt that's dripping down my cheeks.



Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today

Me and little J-O-E we'll be going away

I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me

I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.



I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E...