Paint Me a Birmingham

And he was sitting 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 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 planned

A little house on the edge of town

Porch going 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 could paint me a Birmingham

He looked at me with knowing eyes

And 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 going 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 could 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 going 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 could paint me a Birmingham

Oh, paint me a Birmingham