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