You know the crowd was very small for a country music show
But he faked a curtain call,
just like it was years ago
And then a lady grabbed his arm
as he staggered down the aisle
And with all his country charm,
he addressed her with a smile.
Would you catch a fallin' star
before he crashes to the ground
Don't you know how people are,
nobody loves you when you're down
Pick me up and take me home
and I'll bring my old guitar
Sing a golden oldie song,
if you'll catch a fallin' star.
He had a silver plated bus and a million country fans
And now there's just a few of us--- and he drives a little van
An' they were beating down his door, the lovely women, left and right
And now he's on the hardwood floor, a-wonderin' where he'll spend the night.
Would you catch a fallin' star before he crashes to the ground
Don't you know how people are,
nobody loves you when you're down
Pick him up and take me home
and he'll bring his old guitar
Sing a golden country song,
if you'll catch a fallin' star.
Sing a golden country song,
if you'll catch a fallin' star.
