Texty: Tracy Lawrence. 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 a 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 goin' 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 glowing 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 plan
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
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 goin' 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