C# _
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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B _ _ _ _
F# _ _ .
He was sitting there,
G#m his brush in
B hand,
C# painting waves as they danced
F# upon the sand.
B F# With every stroke he
G#m brought to life
C# the deep blue of the ocean
F# against a morning sky.
G#m I asked him if he only painted
C# ocean scenes.
B He said for twenty dollars
C# I'll paint you anything.
Could you paint
F# me a Birmingham.
_ Make it look
D#m just the way I planned.
A little house
G#m on the edge of town, boards going
C# all the way around.
Put her there
F# in the front yard swing.
Cotton press
D#m make it early spring.
For a while
G#m she'll be mine again.
_ _
C# _ You could paint me a Birmingham.
F# _ _ _ _
D#m _ _ _ .
G#m _
B _ _ _
F# He looked at me with
G#m knowing eyes.
C# and took a canvas from a bag
F# there by his side.
B _
F# Picked up a brush _
G#m and said to me,.
F# son just
C# where in this picture would
F# you like to be.
_
G#m I said if there's any way
C# you can.
_
B Could you paint me back into her
C# arms again.
Could you paint
F# me a Birmingham _ .
Make it look just the way I planned.
A little house
G#m on the edge of town,.
boards going
C# all the way around.
Put her there
F# in the front yard swing.
Cotton press
D#m make it early spring.
For a while
G#m she'll be mine again.
_ .
_
C# If you could paint me a Birmingham.
F# _ _ .
G# Paint me a Birmingham.
Make it look
Fm just the way I planned.
A little house
A#m on the edge of town, boards going
D# all the way around.
Put her there
G# in the front yard swing.
Cotton press
Fm make it early spring.
For a while
A#m she'll be mine again.
_
D# Fm If
D# you could paint me a Birmingham.
G# _ _ _ _
Fm _ Oh, paint me a Birmingham.
C# _ _ _ _ _ _
G# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .