Matthew Lyrics

Had an uncle named Matthew Was his fathers only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas Was his mother's pride and joy
Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue, just a Kansas summer sky
And all the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad And all the memories that he gave me And all the good times that he had
Growing up a Kansas farm boy Life was mostly having fun Riding on his Daddy's shoulders Behind a mule, beneath the sun
Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue, 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 he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field 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 Daddy's 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 he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue, just a Kansas summer sky
Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue, just a Kansas summer sky