1 Intro/Verse: e|------------------------------0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0-----| B|---7--7--7--7--7--7--5--3--5--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--2--3--3--7--| G|------------------------------------------------------------------| D|----0------0----0------0------------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0-------| D|-0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----------------------------------0----| The red sandstone it fell, right smack on top, of Sedona Grabell John Ford said won't you hop on in, in a stagecoach baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh, 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. 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, it drove them to the coast We're going to California, but were all out of work I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh, 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. 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 their rush The 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, 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 I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink!- a Saturday night kind of pink.