Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
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
You 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 spell out all the hurtin' words
Then 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
You 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...
D-I-V-O-R-C-E was written by Bobby Braddock & Curly Putman.