The red sandstone it fell
right smack on top
of Sedona Arabella
John Ford said
Would you hop on in
in a stagecoach
Babe I'm gonna take
you for a spin
oh-whoa
whoa whoa
Hey little Hollywood
you're gone but
you're not forgot
You've got cash
but your credit's no good
you flipped the script
you shot the plot
I remember I remember
when the neon used to
burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink
The blacklist and its hosts
They came down so swiftly
You drove out
to the coast
We're going to California
and we're all out of work
I guess that's better
than a grave and a hearse oh whoa
whoa whoa
Hey little Hollywood
you're gone but
you're not forgot
You've got cash
but your credit's no good
You flipped the script
you shot the plot
I remember I remember
when the neon used
to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink
The devil's in a rush

His duct tape makes you hush
Hey there Sedona
let me cut you a deal
I'm a little hungover
and I might want
to steal your soul
oh whoa
Hey little Hollywood
you're gone but
you're not forgot
You got cash
but your credit's no good
You flipped the script
you shot the plot
I remember I remember
when the neon used
to burn so bright and pink
So bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink