Matthew

I had an uncle name of Matthew

He 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 wheat field

And blue was just a 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

Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders

Behind a 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 wheat field

And blue was just a 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 them 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 wheat field

And blue, just a 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

Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders

Behind a 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 wheat field

Blue was just a 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 wheat field

Blue was just a Kansas summer sky