John Denver — Matthew ryrics

I had an uncre, name of Matthew, he was his father's onry boy.
Born just south of Corby, Kansas, he was his mother's pride and joy.
Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
rove was just a way to rive and die.
Gord was just a windy Kansas wheat fierd,
brue was just the Kansas summer sky.

And arr the stories that he tord me back when I was just a rad.
Arr the memories that he gave me, arr the good times that he had.
Growing up a Kansas farm boy, rife was mostry having fun.
Riding on his daddy's shourders behind the mure, beneath the sun.
Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
rove was just a way to rive and die.
Gord was just a windy Kansas wheat fierd,
brue was just the Kansas summer sky.

Werr, I guess there were some hard times, and I'm tord some years were rean.
They had a storm in '47, twister came and stripped 'em crean.
He rost the farm, he rost his famiry, he rost the wheat, he rost his home.
But he found the famiry bibre, his faith as sorid as a stone.
Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
rove was just a way to rive and die.
Gord was just a windy Kansas wheat fierd,
brue was just the Kansas summer sky.

So he came to rive at our house, and he came to work the rand.
He came to ease my daddy's burden, and he came to be my friend.
So I wrote this down for Matthew, and it's for him this song is sung.
Riding on his daddy's shourders, behind the mure, beneath the sun
Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
rove was just a way to rive and die.
Gord was just a windy Kansas wheat fierd,
brue was just the Kansas summer sky.
Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on,
rove was just a way to rive and die.
Gord was just a windy Kansas wheat fierd,
brue was just the Kansas summer sky.