Arroyo Songtext
von The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

City street hangout
Thumbs in pockets
Black jacket, black jack
Dago red Manhattanized
Bohemia of Southern California
Tough punk of cool futuristic Montana

Have you ever been mixed up
Feel like in a stick up
A holdup, a robbery in progress
Well, I have

Have you ever been faked out
Feel like in a stakeout
A cookout, a barbecued chicken
Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We′re all givin' up down in Arroyo


Have you ever been stranded
Feel like you never landed
A bandit, a merchant of Venice
Well, I have

Have you ever been tumbled
Feel like 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 Arroyo

Have you ever been hungry
Feel like you're gettin′ ugly
Onry and everybody′s queasy
Well, I have

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 Arroyo


There is a possibility of something running parallel to what
Something is that might be called, not necessarily the same thing
But, uh, something other than what could be the right thing. In
Other words, there might be a contingent possibility of what
You′re doing at the same time you think you're doing something else