Paint Me a Birmingham

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 the mornin' 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. A porch goin' all the way around. Put her there on the front yard swing. A cotton dress, make it early spring. Oh, how 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 goin' all the way around. Put her there in the front yard swing. Cotton dress, make it early spring. Oh, how 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. A porch goin' all the way around. Put her there in the front yard swing. Cotton dress, make it early spring. Oh, how she'll be mine again. If you could paint me a Birmingham. Oh, paint me a Birmingham.