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.
