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
Now there's just a few of us
And he drivеs a little van
And they werе beatin' down his door
The lovely women left and right
And now he's on a 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 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
Sing a golden country song
If you'll catch a fallin' star