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| 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 falling 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 falling 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 lovely women left and right And now he's on a hardwood floor a wonderin' where he'll spend the night Would you catch a falling 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 my old guitar Sing a golden oldie song if you'll catch a falling star Sing a golden oldie song if you'll catch a falling star |
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