(Bobby Braddock/Curley 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

Tear 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 goin' away

I love you both and it 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 Christmas

Or his 5th Birthday

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

I spell out all the hurtin' words

And turn my head when I speak

'Cause I can't spell away this hurt

That's drippin' down my cheek.



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

Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away

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

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