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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 . . . .