Visions of Johanna Bob Dylan Aint it [G]just like the night, to play t[C]ricks when you're tr[D]ying to be so [G]quiet.[C/G] And we [G]sit here stranded, but we're [C]all doing our b[D]est to de[G]ny it. [C/G] And [D]Louise, holds a handful of rain, tempting you to de[G]fy it.[C/G] Lights f[C]licker, from the opposite l[G]oft. In t[C]his room, the heat pipes just c[G]ough. The [C]country music station, plays s[G]oft but there's nothing, really nothing to turn [D]off.[Dsus4] Just [G]Louise, and (guitaretab.com)