Sedona

The red sandstone, it fell Right smack on top of Sedona Arabelle When John Ford said, "Won't you hop on in?" And the Stagecoach baby gonna take you for a spin Oh, woah, woah, woah Well, hey, Little Hollywood You're gone, but you're not forgot You got the cash, but your credit's no good You flipped the script and you shot the plot And I remember, I remember when the neon Used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kind of pink Well, the blacklist and its hosts He came down so swift And you drove him to the coast We're going California, but we're all outta work I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse Oh, woah, woah, woah Hey, Little Hollywood You're gone, but you're not forgot You got the cash, but your credit's no good You flipped the script and you shot the plot And I remember, I remember when the neon Used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kind of pink Now the devil's in a rush And his duct tape makes you hush Well, hey there, Sedona, let me cut you a deal I'm a little hungover and I may have to steal your soul Oh, oh Well, hey, Little Hollywood You're gone, but you're not forgot You got the cash, but your credit's no good You flipped the script and you shot the plot And I remember, I remember when the neon Used to burn so bright and pink So bright and pink A Saturday night kind of pink