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, woah, woah, woah
 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
 A 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 outta work
 I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse
 Oh, woah, 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
 And I remember, I remember when the neon
 Used to burn so bright and pink
 A Saturday night kind of pink
 Now the devil's in a rush
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 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, oh
 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
 A Saturday night kind of pink