Sedona Songtext
von Houndmouth

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
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 grave and a hearse
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 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, ho

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