(Bobby Braddock - Curly 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    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...