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 morning sky.
I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes.
He said "For twenty dollars,
I'll paint you anything."

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Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it look just the way I plan.
A little house on the edge of town,
Porch goin' all the way arround.
Put 'er there in the front-yard swing.
Cotton dress, make it
Early spring.
For awhile, 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?"

I said "If there's any way you can...

Could you paint me back into her arms again?"

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Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it look just the way I plan.
A little house on the edge of town,
Porch goin' all the way arround.
Put 'er there in the front-yard swing.
Cotton dress, make it
Early spring.
For awhile, 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 goin' all the way arround.
Put 'er 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.