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