Desperate Times Lyrics - Hitchhike To Rhome - Old 97's

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