Chorus: Yes, and joy was just the thing he was raised on,
Love was just a way to live and die,
Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field,
Blue was just a Kansas summer sky

And 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 farmboy, life was mostly havin' fun,
Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders behind a mule, beneath the sun ... Chorus

Well, I guess there were some hard times, And I'm told some years were lean
They had a storm in '47...twister came and stripped 'em clean
He lost the farm and lost his family, He lost the wheat, he lost his home
But he found the family bible and faith as solid as a stone ... Chorus