He was sitting there, his brush in hand
Paining waves as they danced upon the sand
With every stroke he brought to life
The deeper of the ocean against the morning sky
I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes
He said for twenty dollars, I'll paint you anything
Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it look just the way I plan
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going all the way around
Put her there on the front yard swing
Cotton dress make it early spring
For a while she'll be mine again
If you could paint me a Birmingham
He looked at me with knowing eyes
And took a canvas from the bag there by his side
Picked up a brush and said to me
"Son, just where in this picture would you like to be?"
I said, "If there's any way you can,
Could you paint me back into her arms again?"
Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it look just the way I plan
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going all the way around
Put her there on the front yard swing
Cotton dress make it early spring
For a while she'll be mine again
If you could paint me a Birmingham
Paint me a Birmingham
Make it look just the way I plan
A little house on the edge of town
Porch going all the way around
Put her there on the front yard swing
Cotton dress make it early spring
For a while she'll be mine again
If you could paint me a Birmingham
Oh, paint me a Birmingham
