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
Blue was just the Kansas
summer sky
And 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 farmboy...life
was mostly havin' fun
Didin' 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 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...twister
came and stripped 'em clean
He lost the farm and lost his family...he
lost the wheat, he lost his home
But he found the family bible and
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
Blue was just the Kansas
summer sky
So he came to live at our house...and
he came to work the land
He came to ease my daddy's burdens
and he came to be my friend
So I wrote this down for Matthew...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 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 wheat field
Blue was just the Kansas
summer sky
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