He was sitting there,
His brush in hand,
Painting waves as they danced across 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 round,
Put her there in the front yard swing,
Cotton dress,
Make it early spring,
For a while she'll be mine again,
Could you paint me a birmingham?
He looked at me,
With knowing eyes,
And took a canvas from the bag right 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 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 round,
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?