Paint Me a Birmingham

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