Bob Dylan - Visions of johanna

Ain't it^A just like the night to play^D tricks when you're ^E7tryin' to be so ^Aquiet We sit here stranded though we're all ^Ddoin' our b^E7est to deny ^Ait And Loui^Ese holds a handful of rain temptin' you to def^Ay it Lights fl^Dicker from the opposite l^Aoft In t^Dhis room the heat pipes just co^Augh The c^Dountry music station plays soft ^ABut there's nothing really nothing to turn of^E7f Just Loui^Ase and her ^Dlover ^E7so en^Atwined And these visions^D of Johanna^A that ^E7conquer my mind ^{A D A}

In the empty ^Alot where the ladies play^D blind man's ^E7bluff with the ^Akey chain And the allnight girls they whis^Dper of escapad^E7es out on the D tr^Aain We can h^Eear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy ins^Aane Lou^Dise she's allright she's just nea^Ar She's d^Delicate and seems like the^A mirror But she just m^Dakes it all too concice and too clear ^AThat Johanna's not here ^E7 The ^Aghost of 'lectricity ^Dhowls in the b^E7ones of her ^Aface Where these visions^D of Johanna^A have now ^E7taken my place ^{A D A}

Now l^Aittle boy lost he takes^D himself so se^E7riously^A He brags of his misery he likes ^Dto live d^E7angerously ^A And when bri^Enging her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to ^Ame He's s^Dure got a lotta ^Agall to ^Dbe so useless and ^Aall Mutter^Ding small talk at the wall ^Awhile I'm in the ha^E7ll How can ^AI explain Oh it^D's so har^E7d to get on^A And these visions^D of Johanna^A they kept me u^E7p past the dawn ^{A D A}

Ins^Aide the museums ^DInfinity go^E7es up on t^Arial Voices echo this is what sal^Dvation must be ^E7like after a whil^Ae But Mona ^ELisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she ^Asmiles See the p^Drimitive wallflower fr^Aeeze When the je^Dllyfaced women all sn^Aeeze Hear the ^Done with the mustache say Jee^Aze I can't find my knees ^E7 Oh je^Awels and binoculars ha^Dng from the he^E7ad of the mu^Ale But these visions o^Df Johanna t^Ahey make i^E7t all seem so c^Aruel ^{D A}

The p^Aeddler now speaks to the co^Duntess who's prete^E7nding to c^Aare for him Sayin' Name me someone that's not a parasite ^Dand I'll go out ^E7and say a prayer ^Afor him But like Louise ^Ealways says Ya can't look at much can ya man As she herself pre ^Apares for him And Ma^Ddonna she still has not show^Aed We see this e^Dmpty cage now corro^Dde Where her c^Dape of the stage once had fl^Aowed The fiddler h^De now steps to the ro^Aad He writes ^Dev'rything's been returned which was ^Aowed On the back^D of the fish truck that loads^A While my conscience exp^E7lodes The harm^Aonicas play the s^Dkeleton ^Ekeys and the ^Arain And these visions^D of Johanna^A are now ^E7all that re^Amain