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 whoa
Whoa whoa
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
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 out of work
I guess that's better
than a grave and
a hearse oh whoa
Whoa whoa
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
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 ho
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
Saturday night
kind of pink