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

But the words we're hiding from him

Now tears the heart right out of me.



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

Me and little J-O-E will be going away

I love you both and this will be

Pure H-E double L for me.



Oh, 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

Then he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play

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

'Cause 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 will be going away

I love you both and this will be

Pure H-E double L for me...