| Had an uncle named Matthew
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| Was his father’s only boy
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| Born just south of Colby, Kansas
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| Was his mother’s pride and joy
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| Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
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| Love was just the way to live and die
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| Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
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| Blue, just a Kansas summer sky
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| All the stories that he told me
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| Back when I was just a lad
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| All the memories that he gave me
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| All the good times that he had
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| Growin' up a Kansas farmboy
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| Life was mostly havin' fun
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| Ridin' on his daddy’s shoulders
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| Behind a view beneath the sun
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| Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
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| Love was just the way to live and die
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| Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
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| Blue is just a Kansas summer sky
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| Well, I guess there were some hard times
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| And I’m told some years were lean
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| They had a storm in forty-seven
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| A twister came and stripped them clean
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| He lost the farm and lost his family
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| He lost the wheat and lost his home
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| But he found a family Bible
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| Faith as solid as a stone
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| Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
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| Love was just the way to live and die
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| Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
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| Blue, just a Kansas summer sky
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| So he came to live at our house
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| And he came to work the land
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| He came to ease my daddy’s burden
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| And he came to be my friend
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| So, I wrote this down for Matthew
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| And it’s for him the song is sung
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| Ridin' on his daddy’s shoulders
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| Behind a mule beneath the sun
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| Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
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| Love was just the way to live and die
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| Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
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| Blue, just a Kansas summer sky
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| Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
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| Love was just the way to live and die
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| Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield
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| Blue, just a Kansas summer sky |