Arroyo Lyrics - Singles - Ozark Mountain Daredevils

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