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
whoa oh.

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.