Desperate Times Lyrics

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

Old 97's - Hitchhike To Rhome

Jun 1999

1. St. Ignatius
2. 504
3. Drowning in the Days
4. Miss Molly
5. Dancing With Tears in My Eyes
6. Leaf Clover
7. Wish the Worst
8. Old 97's Theme
9. Hands Off
10. Mama Tried
11. Stoned
12. If My Heart Was a Car
13. Desperate Times
14. Ken's Polka Thing