D-I-V-O-R-C-E Tammy Wynette, Country

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-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

Written by Bobby Braddock / Curley Putman