SEDONA - HOUNDMOUTH

The red sandstone it fell
Right smack on top of Sedona Arabella
When John Ford said, "Won't you hop on in?
"In the stagecoach baby gonna take you for a spin," 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, 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 blacklist and its hosts
You came down so swift, and you drove 'em to the coast
We're going to California but we're all out of work
I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh
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, you shot the plot
I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink

 Yeah the devil's in a rush
And his duct tape makes you hush
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, 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

Songwriters: Katie Toupin / Matt Myers / Shane Cody / Zak Appleby

Sedona lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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