Matthew (John Denver) him this song is sung. Ridin' on his daddy's
shoulders behind a mule beneath the sun.
I had an uncle name of Matthew, was his father's
only boy. Born just south of Colby, Kansas, he [chorus]
was his mother's pride and joy.
Yes and joy was just a thing that he
was raised on, Love was just a way to
live and die. Gold was just a windy
Kansas wheat field, Blue was just the
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 farm boy, life is mostly havin' fun.
Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders, behind a mule
beneath the sun.
Well I guess there were some hard times, and I'm
told some years were lean. They had a storm in
'4 7, a twister came and stripped 'em clean.
He lost the farm and lost his family, he lost
the wheat and lost his home, But he found the
family Bible, a faith as solid as a stone.
And so he came to live and our house, and he
came to work the land. He came to ease my
daddy's burden, and he came to be my friend. And
so I wrote this down for Matthew, and it's for