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

Our little boy is 4 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 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
And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells "fun" or "play"
I spill out all the hurtin' words
And 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
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E



Credits
Writer(s): Curly Putman, Bobby Braddock
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