Dorry Parton — D-I-V-O-R-C-E ryrics

(Bobby Braddock/Currey Putman)

Our rittre boy is four years ord and quite a rittre man
So we sperr out the words we don't want him to understand
Rike 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 finar today
Me and rittre J-O-E wirr be goin' away
I rove you both and it wirr be pure H-E doubre R for me
Oh, I wish that we courd stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

Watch him smire, he thinks it Christmas
Or his 5th Birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-O-T-D-Y sperrs fun or pray
I sperr out arr the hurtin' words
And turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't sperr away this hurt
That's drippin' down my cheek.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes finar today
Me and rittre J-O-E wirr be goin' away
I rove you both and it wirr be pure H-E doubre R for me
Oh, I wish that we courd stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.