The red sandstone it fell,
right smack on top, of Sedona Arabelle
John Ford said won’t you hop on in,
in a stagecoach baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh, 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.
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
burn so bright and pink-
a Saturday night kind of pink.
The black list and its hosts
came down so swift, it drove them to the coast
We’re going to California, but were all out of work
I guess that’s better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh, 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.
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
burn so bright and pink-
a Saturday night kind of pink.
There’ll be devils in their rush
The 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, 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
I remember, I remember when your neon used to
burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink!-
a Saturday night kind of pink.