He was sittin’ there, his brush in hand
Painting waves as they danced upon the sand
With every stroke, he brought to life
The deep blue of the ocean against a 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 planned
A little house on the edge of town
Porch goin’ all the way around
Put her there in the front yard swing
Cotton dress, make it early spring
For a while she’ll be mine again
If you can paint me a Birmingham
He looked at me, with knowing eyes
Then took a canvas from a bag there by his side
Picked up a brush, and said to me
"Son just where in this picture would you like to be?"
And 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 planned
A little house on the edge of town
Porch goin’ all the way around
Put her there in the front yard swing
Cotton dress, make it early spring
For a while she’ll be mine again
If you can paint me a Birmingham
Paint me a Birmingham
Make it look just the way I planned
A little house on the edge of town
Porch goin’ all the way around
Put her there in the front yard swing
Cotton dress, make it early spring
For a while she’ll be mine again
If you can paint me a Birmingham
Oh paint me a Birmingham
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