Tracy Lawrence - Paint me a birmingham

^GHe was sitting' there, h^Amis brush in hand ^DPainting' waves as they danced, ^Gupon the sand ^GWith every stroke, he br^Amought to life ^DThe deep blue of the ocean, agai^Gnst the morning' sky ^AmI asked him if he only p^Dainted ocean scenes ^AmHe said for twenty dolla^Drs, I'll paint you anything

Could you Paint Me A Bir^GminghAm Make it look just the wa^Emy I planned A little house on the ed^Amge of town Porch going' all the way^D around Put her there in the fro^Gnt yard swing Cotton dress make it, ea^Emrly spring For a while she'll be, m^Amine again ^D If you can Paint Me A Birmingh^GAm

^GHe looked at me, with kn^Amowing eyes ^DThen took a canvas from a bag th^Gere by his side ^GPicked up a brush, and s^Amaid to me ^DSon just where in this picture would you^G like to be ^AmAnd I said if there's any ^Dway you can ^AmCould you paint me back into her arms ag^Dain?

Could you Paint Me A Bir^GminghAm Make it look just the wa^Emy I planned A little house on the ed^Amge of town Porch going' all the way^D around Put her there in the fro^Gnt yard swing Cotton dress make it, ea^Emrly spring For a while she'll be, m^Amine again ^D If you can Paint Me A Birmi^GnghAm

Could you Paint Me A Bir^GminghAm Make it look just the wa^Emy I planned A little house on the ed^Amge of town Porch going' all the way^D around Put her there in the fro^Gnt yard swing Cotton dress make it, ea^Emrly spring For a while she'll be, m^Amine again ^DIf you can Paint Me A BirminghAm^G