The red sandstone, it fell Right smack on top of Sedona Arabella When John Ford said wont you hop on in To the stage coach baby gonna take you for a spin, oh oh
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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kinda pink
The blacklist and its hosts Came down so swift and it drove 'em to the coast We're goin California but we're all out of work I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse
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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kinda pink
The devil's in a rush And his duct tape makes you hush Hey there Sedona let me cut you a deal I'm a little hung over and I may have to steal your soul, oh oh
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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink A Saturday night kinda pink
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The red sandstone, it fell
Right smack on top of Sedona Arabella
When John Ford said wont you hop on in
To the stage coach baby gonna take you for a spin, oh oh
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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kinda pink
The blacklist and its hosts
Came down so swift and it drove 'em to the coast
We're goin California but we're all out of work
I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse
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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kinda pink
The devil's in a rush
And his duct tape makes you hush
Hey there Sedona let me cut you a deal
I'm a little hung over and I may have to steal your soul, oh oh
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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink
A Saturday night kinda pink
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