Matthew

Had an uncle named Matthew

Was his fathers only boy

Born just south of Colby Kansas

Was his mothers pride and joy

Yes and joy was just the thing that he was raised on

Love was just the way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield

Blue 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

Growing up a Kansas farmboy

Life was mostly having fun

Riding on his Daddys shoulders

Behind a mule beneath the sun

Yes and joy was just the thing that he was raised on

Love was just the way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield

Blue is 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 forty-seven

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

Faith as solid as a stone

Yes and joy was just the thing that he was raised on

Love was just the way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield

Blue just a Kansas summer sky

So he came to live at our house

And he came to work the land

He came to ease my Daddys burden

And he came to be my friend

So I wrote this down for Matthew

And it's for him the song is sung

Riding on his Daddy's shoulders

Behind a Mule beneath the sun

Yes and joy was just the thing that he was raised on

Love was just the way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield

Bluewas just a Kansas summer sky

Yes and joy was just the thing that he was raised on

Love was just the way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield

Blue just a Kansas summer sky