Conway Twitty – D-I-V-O-R-C-E

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…