Bob Dylan - Visions of johanna

Ain't it^C just like the night to play^F tricks when you're ^G7tryin' to be so ^Cquiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all^F doin' our ^G7best to deny^C it And Loui^Gse holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to de^Cfy it Lights fl^Ficker from the opposite l^Coft In t^Fhis room the heat pipes just co^Cugh The c^Fountry music station plays soft ^CBut there's nothing, really nothing to turn o^G7ff Just Loui^Cse and her ^Flover ^G7so en^Ctwined And these visions^F of Johanna^C that ^G7conquer my mind.^{C F C}

In the empty ^Clot where the ladies play^F blind man's ^G7bluff with the ^Ckey chain And the allnight girls, they whi^Fsper of escapa^G7des out on the &qu^Cot;D" train We can h^Gear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy in^Csane Lou^Fise, she's allright, she's just n^Cear She's d^Felicate and seems like the^C mirror But she just m^Fakes it all too concice and too clear ^CThat Johanna's not here ^G7 The ^Cghost of 'lectricity ^Fhowls in the b^G7ones of her ^Cface Where these visions^F of Johanna^C have now ^G7taken my place.^{C F C}

Now, ^Clittle boy lost, he tak^Fes himself so ^G7serious^Cly He brags of his misery, he likes^F to live ^G7dangerously^C And when bri^Gnging her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to ^Cme He's s^Fure got a lotta ^Cgall to ^Fbe so useless and ^Call Mutter^Fing small talk at the wall ^C while I'm in the ^G7hall How can ^CI explain? Oh, ^Fit's so h^G7ard to get ^Con And these visions^F of Johanna^C, they kept me ^G7up past the dawn.^{C F C}

Ins^Cide the museums,^F Infinity g^G7oes up on ^Ctrial Voices echo this is what sal^Fvation must be ^G7like after a whil^Ce But Mona ^GLisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she ^Csmiles See the p^Frimitive wallflower fr^Ceeze When the je^Fllyfaced women all sn^Ceeze Hear the ^Fone with the mustache say, &q^Cuot;Jeeze, I can't find my kn^G7ees" Oh, j^Cewels and binoculars h^Fang from the h^G7ead of the m^Cule But these visions o^Ff Johanna t^Chey make i^G7t all seem so c^Cruel. ^{F C}

The p^Ceddler now speaks to the co^Funtess who's prete^G7nding to c^Care for him Sayin' "Name me someone that's not a parasite ^F and I'll go out^G7 and say a prayer^C for him." But like Louise ^G always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre ^C-pares for him And Ma^Fdonna, she still has not sho^Cwed We see this e^Fmpty cage now corro^Fde Where her c^Fape of the stage once had fl^Cowed The fiddler, ^Fhe now steps to the r^Coad He writes ^Fev'rything's been returned which was ^Cowed On the back^F of the fish truck that loads^C While my conscience exp^G7lodes The harm^Conicas play the s^Fkeleton ^Gkeys and the ^Crain And these visions^F of Johanna^C are now ^G7all that re^Cmain.