Lyrics The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

Arroyo

City street, hang out

Thumbs in pocket

Black jacket

Black jack, dego-red

Manhattenized-Bohemia

Of Southern California

Tough punk of

Cool, futuristic Montana

Well, have you ever been mixed up?

Feel like you're in a stick-up, a hold-up

A robbery in progress?

Well, I have

Well, have you ever been faked out

Feel like you're in a stake-out

A cook-out, barbequed chicken?

Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo

We're all givin' up down in the Arroyo

Well, have you ever been stranded

Feel like you never landed

A bandit, a merchant of Venice?

Well, I have

Well, have you even been tumbled

Feel like you're in a jungle

A jingle, a town in New Jersey?

Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo

We're all givin' up down in the Arroyo

Well, have you ever been hungry

Feel like you're gettin' ugly

Ornery, and everybody's greasy?

Well, I have

Well, have you ever been zooey

Feel like you're David Bowie

A truly unidentified person?

Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo

We're all givin' up down in the Arroyo

There is a possibility of

Something running parallel

What something is, it might be called

Not necessary the same thing but uh

Something other than what could be the right thing

In other words, it might be a contingent-pository

If what you are doing at the same time

That you are doing something else