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.