Catch a Falling Star

You know the crowd was very small
For a country music show
But he faked the 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 falling star?
Before it 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 catch a falling 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
They were beating down his door
A lovely woman left and right
And now he's on the hardwood floor
A-wondering where he'll spend the night

Would you catch a falling star?
Before it crashes to the ground
Don't you know how people are?
Nobody loves you when you're down
Pick him up and take him home
And he'll bring his old guitar
Sing a golden oldie song
If you catch a falling star

Sing a golden country song
If you catch a falling star