Matthew
by John DenverTranspose
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Had an uncle named
Matthew
Was his father's only
boy
Born just south of Colby,
Kansas
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 was just a 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 he
had
Growin up a Kansas
farmboy
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 was 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 was 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
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 was 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 was just a Kansas summer
sky
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