Paint Me a Birmingham - Tracy Lawrence

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 mornin' sky

I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes

He said for twenty dollars, I’ll paint you anything

Could you paint me at 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 knowing eyes

Then 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

Could you paint me at 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

Paint me at 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

Oh, paint me a Birmingham