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Lyrics for 'Desperate Times' by 'Old 97s'
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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