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I had an uncle name of Matthew |
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He was his father's only boy |
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Born just south of Colby, Kansas |
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He was his mother's pride and joy |
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Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on |
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Love was just a way to live and die |
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Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield |
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Blue was just the 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 mem'ries that he gave me |
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All the good times that he had |
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Growin' up a Kansas farm boy |
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Life is mostly havin' fun |
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Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders |
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Behind a mule beneath the sun |
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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 'em 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 the family Bible |
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A faith as solid as a stone |
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And 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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And so I wrote this down for Matthew |
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And it's for him this 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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CHORUS |
