Lyrics:

Well the crowd was very small
For a country music show
But he faked a curtain call
Just like it was years ago
And 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 drives a little van
They were beatin' down his door
The lovely women left and right
And now he's on a hardwood floor
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