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Visions of Johanna Bob Dylan
Ain't it[A] just like the night to play[D] tricks when you're [E7]tryin' to be so [A]quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all[D] doin' our [E7]best to deny[A] it
And Loui[E]se holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to de[A]fy it
Lights fl[D]icker from the opposite l[A]oft
In t[D]his room the heat pipes just co[A]ugh
The c[D]ountry music station plays soft
[A]But there's nothing, really nothing to turn o[E7]ff
Just Loui[A]se and her [D]lover [E7]so en[A]twined
And these visions[D] of Johanna[A] that [E7]conquer my mind.[A] [D] [A]
In the empty [A]lot where the ladies play[D] blind man's [E7]bluff with the [A]key chain
And the allnight girls, they whi[D]sper of escapa[E7]des out on the "D"[A] train
We can h[E]ear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy in[A]sane
Lou[D]ise, she's allright, she's just n[A]ear
She's d[D]elicate and seems like the[A] mirror
But she just m[D]akes it all too concice and too clear
[A]That Johanna's not here [E7]
The [A]ghost of 'lectricity [D]howls in the b[E7]ones of her [A]face
Where these visions[D] of Johanna[A] have now [E7]taken my place.[A] [D] [A]
Now, [A]little boy lost, he tak[D]es himself so [E7]serious[A]ly
He brags of his misery, he likes[D] to live [E7]dangerously[A]
And when bri[E]nging her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to [A]me
He's s[D]ure got a lotta [A]gall
to [D]be so useless and [A]all
Mutter[D]ing small talk at the wall
[A] while I'm in the [E7]hall
How can [A]I explain? Oh, [D]it's so h[E7]ard to get [A]on
And these visions[D] of Johanna[A], they kept me [E7]up past the dawn.[A] [D] [A]
Ins[A]ide the museums,[D] Infinity g[E7]oes up on [A]trial
Voices echo this is what sal[D]vation must be [E7]like after a whil[A]e
But Mona [E]Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she [A]smiles
See the p[D]rimitive wallflower fr[A]eeze
When the je[D]llyfaced women all sn[A]eeze
Hear the [D]one with the mustache say, "J[A]eeze, I can't find my knees" [E7]
Oh, j[A]ewels and binoculars h[D]ang from the h[E7]ead of the m[A]ule
But these visions o[D]f Johanna t[A]hey make i[E7]t all seem so c[A]ruel. [D] [A]
The p[A]eddler now speaks to the co[D]untess who's prete[E7]nding to c[A]are for him
Sayin' "Name me someone that's not a parasite
[D] and I'll go out[E7] and say a prayer[A] for him." But like Louise
[E] always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre
[A]-pares for him
And Ma[D]donna, she still has not sho[A]wed
We see this e[D]mpty cage now corro[D]de
Where her c[D]ape of the stage once had fl[A]owed
The fiddler, [D]he now steps to the r[A]oad
He writes [D]ev'rything's been returned which was [A]owed
On the back[D] of the fish truck that loads[A] While my conscience exp[E7]lodes
The harm[A]onicas play the s[D]keleton [E]keys and the [A]rain
And these visions[D] of Johanna[A] are now [E7]all that re[A]main.
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