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.