E Last night I dreamt of you A E Abbie Hoffman peddling your books E I gave five bucks to you B A E the other kids just gave you dirty looks E I said "I'm sorry it A E didn't work out quite the way you planned." E You said, "That's silly boy, B A F#m the revolution is at hand." [Chorus] F#m And if you got a ten spot brother, B I got a dime, A B These are desperate, B A desperate times. [Verse 2] E Last night I dreamt of you, A E Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage, E It don't even look like you, B A E smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge. E I still remember A E the Telecaster down around your knees, E It's late November B A F#m and I think I smell tequila on the breeze. [Chorus] F#m And if you got the Cuervo honey, B I got the lime, A B These are desperate, B A desperate times. F#m And if you got the shotgun honey, B I got the crime, A B These are desperate, B A desperate times.