Sedona

The red sandstorm it fell

Right smack on top

Of Sedona Arabelle

When John Ford said, won't you hop on in, in a 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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink

A Saturday night kind of pink

Well the blacklist and its hosts

You came down so swift, and you drove 'em to the coast

We're going California but we're all outta work

I guess that's better than a graving of hurt, so-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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink

A Saturday night kind of pink

Now the Devil's in a rush

And his duct tape makes you hush

Well hey there Sedona, let me cut you a deal

I'm a little hung over and I'm here to steal your soul

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 your neon used to burn so bright and pink

So bright and pink!

A Saturday night kind of pink