(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 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   How 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 and turn my head when I speak   'Cause I can't spell away this hurt that's rolling 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   How I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e...