Tom: G 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 (Refrão)