Sedona

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 your 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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink

Saturday night kind of pink

Now the devil's in a rush

And this 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

Whoa-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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink

So bright and pink!

Saturday night kind of pink