G  
You know the crowd was very small  
                    D 
For a country music show 
                       A 
But he faked a curtain call 
                        D 
Just like it was years ago 
                            G 
And then a lady grabbed his arm  
                         D 
As he staggered down the aisle 
                         A 
And with all his country charm ,  
G                       D 
He addressed her with a smile 


                          G 
Would you catch a fallin' star 
                         D  
Before he crashes to the ground 
                          A 
Don't you know how people are 
                             D 
Nobody loves you when you're down 
                       G  
Pick me up and take me home  
                         D 
And I'll bring my old guitar 
                    A 
Sing a golden oldie song 
G                         D  
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 
 
Chorus 
 
Sing a golden oldie song, if you'll catch a fallin' star