Cowboy Carousel
Billy rode the cowboy beat
In fairs and rodeos
Bobbi barbecued the meat
They served at all the shows
She dreamed of matrimony
And a wedding dress with bows
In a sacred ceremony
With a man in cowboy clothes
He met her by a dairy near
A chapel on a hill
Where lonely people go to hear
The saddest Whip-poor-will
She spoke of her uncertainty
And yet the moon rose still
To help her see eternity
Behind the words, "I will"
They gathered with a happy glow
Beside the old church bell
And Bobbi won the bridal show
As far as I can tell
Their marriage is a thing of pride
Like cowboy boots worn well
The ups and downs are like the ride
Upon a carousel.
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