I had an uncle, name of Matthew
Was his father's only boy
Born just south of Colby, Kansas
Was his mother's pride and joy
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, just the 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 we had
Growin' up a Kansas farm boy, life was mostly havin' fun
Ridin' on his Daddy's shoulders, behind a mule, beneath the sun
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 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 forty-seven
A twister came and stripped 'em clean
He lost the farm and he lost his family
Lost the wheat, lost his home
But he found the family Bible
And faith as solid as a stone
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 the Kansas summer sky
So he came to live at our house and he came to work the land
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
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 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
And blue, just the Kansas summer sky

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