Matthew

I had an uncle name of Matthew
Was his father's only boy
Born just south of Colby, Kansas
He was his mother's pride and joy

Yes and joy was just a thing that he was raised on
Love was just a way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

All the stories that he told me
Back when I was just a lad
All the memories that he gave me
All the good times that he had

Growin' up a Kansas farm boy
Life is mostly havin' fun
Rindin' on his daddy's shoulders
Behind the mule beneath the sun

Yes and joy was just a thing that he was raised on
Love was just a way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

Well, I guess there were some hard times
And I'm told some years were lean
They had a storm in '47
A twister came and stripped 'em clean

He lost the farm and lost his family
He lost the wheat and lost his home
But he found the family bible
A faith as solid as a stone

Yes and joy was just a thing that he was raised on
Love was just a way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

And so he came to live at our house
And he came to work the land
He came to ease my daddy's burden
And he came to be my friend

And so I wrote this down for Matthew
And it's for him this song is sung
Rindin' on his daddy's shoulders
Behind the mule beneath the sun

Yes and joy was just a thing that he was raised on
Love was just a way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

Yes and joy was just a thing that he was raised on
Love was just a way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
Blue was just the Kansas summer sky