Matthew - Live

I had an uncle named 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 the thing that he was raised on

Love was just the way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield

Blue's just a Kansas summer sky

And all the stories that he told me

Back when I was just a lad

And ll the memories that he gave me

And all the good times that he had

Growin' up a Kansas farm boy

Life was mostly havin' fun

Ridin' 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

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 '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 a 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

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

Ridin' 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 wheat field

Blue's 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