Paroles
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
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
