(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 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 Christmas


Or his 5th Birthday


And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-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 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.