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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