This was requested in the newsletter Dan Mooney - Portland, Oregon
[D]Had an Uncle name of [G]Matthew, [A7]he was his father's only [D]boy,
born just south of Colby [G]Kansas, [A7]he was his mother's pride and
(Chorus)[D]Yes and joy was just a thing that he was [G]raised on, [A7]love
was just way to live and [D]die, gold was just a windy Kansas [G]wheat
field, [A7]blue was just a Kansas summer [D]sky.
[D]And all the stories that he [G]told me, [A7]back when I was just a
[D]lad, all the memories that he [G]gave me, [A7]all the good times that he
[D]Growing up a Kansas [G]farm boy, [A7]life was mostly having [D]fun,
riding on his daddy's [G]shoulders, [A7]behind a mule beneath the [D]sun.
[D]Well I guess there were some [G]hard times, [A7]and I'm told some years
were [D]lean, they had a storm in forty-[G]seven, a [A7]twister came and
stripped them [D]clean.
[D]He lost the farm and lost his [G]family, [A7]he lost the wheat and lost
his [D]home, but he found the family [G]Bible, [A7]his faith was solid as a
[D]So he came to live at [G]our house, [A7]and he came to work the [D]land,
he came to ease my daddy's [G]burden, [A7]and he came to be my [D]friend.
[D]So I wrote this down for [G]Matthew, [A7]and it's for him this song is
[D]sung, riding on his daddy's [G]shoulders, [A7]behind a mule beneath the