1. You know the crowd was very small, For a country music show

2. He had a silver plated bus, And a million country fans

But he faked a curtain call, Just like it was years a - go

But now there's just a few of us, And he drives a little van

And then a lady grabbed his arm, As he staggered down the aisle

Oh, they were beatin' down his door, Lovely women left and right

And with all his country charm, He addressed her with a smile

But now he's on the hardwood floor, A-wonderin' where he'll spend the night

CHORUS: 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 gui - tar

Sing a golden oldie song, If you catch a falling star