[Intro/verse]
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[Verse]
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The red sandstone it fell, 
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right smack on top, of Sedona Arabelle
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John Ford said won’t you hop on in,
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in a stagecoach baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh, woah, woah.


[Chorus]
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Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
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gone but you’re not forgot.
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You got the cash but your credit’s no good,
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you flipped the script and you shot the plot.
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I remember, I remember when your neon used to
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burn so bright and pink-
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 a Saturday night kind of pink.


[Verse]
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The black list and its hosts
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came down so swift, it drove them to the coast
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We’re going to California, but were all out of work
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I guess that’s better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh, woah, woah


[Chorus]
D           G                
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7
gone but you’re not forgot.
           D             G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good,
    A7
you flipped the script and you shot the plot.
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I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7              
burn so bright and pink-
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 a Saturday night kind of pink.


[Verse]
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There’ll be devils in their rush
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The duct tape makes you hush
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Hey there Sedona, let me cut you a deal, I’m a little hung-over and 
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I may have to steal your soul, woah, woah.


[Chorus]
D           G                
Hey, little Hollywood, you’re
A7
gone but you’re not forgot
           D             G
You got the cash but your credit’s no good
    A7
You flipped the script and you shot the plot
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I remember, I remember when your neon used to
A7              
burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink!-
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 a Saturday night kind of pink.