You know the crowd was very small For a country music show But he faked a curtain call Just like it was years ago
And then 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 fallen 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 fallen 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
And 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 fallen star Before he crashes to the ground? Don't you know how people are Nobody loves you when you're down
Pick him up and take him home And he'll bring his old guitar Sing a golden oldie song If you'll catch a fallen star Sing a golden country song If you'll catch a fallen starTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
