He was sitting 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
Ports going 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
He looked at me with knowing eyes
He 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 arm s again?
Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it look just the way I planned
A little house on the edge of town
Boards going 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 planned
A little house on the edge of town
Ports 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
Oh, baby, I'm burnin' hell