Red sandstone it fell, Right smack on top of Sedona Arabella When John Ford said won't you hop on in, And the stagecoach baby gonna take you for a spin, oh oh...oh oh
Hey Little Hollywood You're gone but you're not forgotten... You got the cash but your credit's no good You flipped the script, and 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, and you drove'em 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 oh...oh oh
Hey Little Hollywood You're gone but you're not forgotten You got the cash but your credit's no good You flipped the script, and 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 a rush His 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 oh oh...oh oh
Hey Little Hollywood You're gone but you're not forgotten You got the cash but your credit's no good You flipped the script, and shot the plot I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink A Saturday night kind of pink