Tom: D
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
