alternate chording 

Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books,

I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks.

I said "I'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned."

You said, "That's silly boy, the revolution is at hand."



And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime,

These are desperate, desperate times.



Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage,

It don't even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge.

I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees,

It's late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze.



And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime,

These are desperate, desperate times.

And if you got the shotgun honey, I got the crime,

These are desperate, desperate times.