He was sittin' there, his brush in hand; painting waves, as they danced upon the sand.
With every stroke, he brought to life.
The deeper of the ocean, against the morning sky.
I ask him if he only painted ocean senes,
he said for twenty dollars I'll paint you
anything.
Chorus:
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 making 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.
He took a brush and said to me, "Son just where in this picture would you like to be?"
I said "If theres anyway...could you paint me back into her arms again?"
chorus X 2
If you could paint me a birmingham.
Oh paint me a birmingham.