Cowboy Carousel 2
The wedding tears that Billy cried
Were more than just a show
For though he lost the chance to ride
He won the rodeo
For love is like a lucky streak
That wins a brighter glow
The more you give from week to week
The more you make it so
They gathered on a sunny day
Behind the chapel where
Some roses and some fresh cut hay
Redeemed the dairy air
Some hungry goats were kept at bay
And Bobbi's favorite mare
When suddenly to their dismay
The preacher wasn't there
A little lamb had gone astray
Without a me or ewe
A lot of people go that way
And wind up in a stew
The minister of Shepherd's Way
Had followed every clue
But when he lost the light of day
He lost the trail too . . . .
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