Sedona Ukulele tab

	   
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ocultar pestaña
 
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The red sandstone it fell,  
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right smack on top, of Sedona Grabell 
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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. 


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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. 

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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 

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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. 
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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. 

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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, so bright and pink!- 
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 a Saturday night kind of pink.