Joanne  Michael Nesmith

##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ###From: hook@islandnet.com (Ros Bangham)##Written by Michael Nesmith[A]Her (A) name was Joanne


And she (D) lived in a (E7) meadow by a (A) pond  Ah (C#m D E7) (Falsetto)


And she (A) touched me for a moment


With a (D) look that spoke to (E7) me of her sweet (A) love


[C#m]     [D]  [E7]    And the (D) woman that she (E) was


Drove her (A) on with (C#m) desper(F#m)ation


And I (D) saw as she (E) went


A most (A) hopless (C#m) situ(F#m)ation


For (D) Joanne and the (Dm) and the


(E7) time that made them both (A) run


She was (A) only a girl, I (D) know that well


But (E7) still I could not (A) see  (C#m  D  E7)


And the (A) love  that she had was much (D) stronger


Than the (E7) love she felt for (A) me (C#m  D  E7)


While (D) staying with (E) her


In (A) my little (C#m) bit of (F#m) wisdom


Broke (D) down her de(E)sires


Like a (A) light (C#m) through a (F#m) prism


Into (D) yellows and (Dm) blues


And a (E7) tune that I could not have (A) sung


Though the (F#m) essence is gone


I (Bm) have no tears to cry for her


And (D) my only thoughts of her are (E7) kind


(Repeat first verse)