John Denver - Matthew Lyrics
Had an uncle named matthewWas his fathers only boyBorn just south of colby, kansasWas his mothers pride and joyYes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised onLove was just the way to live and dieGold was just a windy kansas wheatfieldBlue, just a kansas summer skyAll the stories that he told meBack when I was just a ladAll the memories that he gave meAll the good times that he hadGrowin up a kansas farmboyLife was mostly havin funRidin on his daddys shouldersBehind a view beneath the sunYes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised onLove was just the way to live and dieGold was just a windy kansas wheatfieldBlue is just a kansas summer skyWell, I guess there were some hard timesAnd Im told some years were leanThey had a storm in forty-sevenA twister came and stripped them cleanHe lost the farm and lost his familyHe lost the wheat and lost his homeBut he found a family bibleFaith as solid as a stoneYes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised onLove was just the way to live and dieGold was just a windy kansas wheatfieldBlue, just a kansas summer skySo he came to live at our houseAnd he came to work the landHe came to ease my daddys burdenAnd he came to be my friendSo, I wrote this down for matthewAnd its for him the song is sungRidin on his daddys shouldersBehind a mule beneath the sunYes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised onLove was just the way to live and dieGold was just a windy kansas wheatfieldBlue, just a kansas summer skyYes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised onLove was just the way to live and dieGold was just a windy kansas wheatfieldBlue, just a kansas summer skyWords and music by john denver
