Song | Hollywood |
Artist | Alabama |
Album | Feels So Right |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Gary Stewart/Wayne Carson | |
Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. | |
L.A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. | |
But Hollywood ain't nothin' but glamor and lights to a blue-eyed blonde with | |
stars in her eyes. | |
Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. | |
Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. | |
She's realizin' what it's all about from too many nights upon the casting | |
couch. | |
Chorus | |
Hollywood: parties and thrills. | |
The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. | |
She's been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and | |
Vince. | |
She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. | |
She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. | |
But it's not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. | |
Her biggest fan's the man. Tonight she'll give her all. | |
The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. | |
The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. | |
The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood | |
suicide. | |
Chorus |
Written: Gary Stewart Wayne Carson | |
Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. | |
L. A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. | |
But Hollywood ain' t nothin' but glamor and lights to a blueeyed blonde with | |
stars in her eyes. | |
Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. | |
Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. | |
She' s realizin' what it' s all about from too many nights upon the casting | |
couch. | |
Chorus | |
Hollywood: parties and thrills. | |
The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. | |
She' s been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and | |
Vince. | |
She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. | |
She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. | |
But it' s not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. | |
Her biggest fan' s the man. Tonight she' ll give her all. | |
The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. | |
The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. | |
The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood | |
suicide. | |
Chorus |
Written: Gary Stewart Wayne Carson | |
Atlanta, Georgia made her the Ctoon Queen. | |
L. A. bound she had visions of the silver screen. | |
But Hollywood ain' t nothin' but glamor and lights to a blueeyed blonde with | |
stars in her eyes. | |
Her days are long. Lord, her nights are longer yet. | |
Tryin' to find a part that will make her the Queen of Sex. | |
She' s realizin' what it' s all about from too many nights upon the casting | |
couch. | |
Chorus | |
Hollywood: parties and thrills. | |
The mansion in her mind is somewhere is Beverly Hills. | |
She' s been discovered too many times standing on the corner of Hollywood and | |
Vince. | |
She makes her entrance now a days through the swingin' doors. | |
She found her stage on a hardwood barroom floor. | |
But it' s not the bottom, just part of a long, hard fall. | |
Her biggest fan' s the man. Tonight she' ll give her all. | |
The dream is dyin' of her name on the marquee. | |
The folks back home wonder what happened ti their Queen. | |
The mornin' papers told it in black and white, calling it another Hollywood | |
suicide. | |
Chorus |