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.
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