Visions of Johanna Bob Dylan
Visions of Johanna chords
Bob Dylan
[A] [D] [E7] [A]
Ain't it [A]just like the night to play [D]tricks when you're [E7]trying to be so [A]quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're [D]all doing our [E7]best to de[A]ny it
And Loui[E]se holds a handful of rain, tempting [E7]you to de[A]fy it
Lights [D]flicker from the opposite [A]loft,
in [D]this room the heat pipes just [A]cough,
the [D]country music station plays [A]soft,
but there's nothing, really nothing to turn [E7]off
Just Loui[A]se and her [D]lover [E7]so en[A]twined,
and these [D]visions of Joh[A]anna that [E7]conquer my [A]mind.[D] [E7] [A]
In the empty [A]lot where the ladies play [D]blind man's [E7]bluff with the [A]key chain
And the all night girls, they [D]whisper of esca[E7]pades out on the "[A]D" train
We can [E]hear the night watchman click his flashlight,
ask himself if it's him or them that's really in[A]sane
Lou[D]ise, she's all right, she's just [A]near
She's [D]delicate and seems like the [A]mirror
But she just [D]makes it all too concise and too [A]clear,
that Johanna's not [E7]here
The [A]ghost of electricity [D]howls in the [E7]bones of her [A]face,
where these [D]visions of Joh[A]anna have now [E7]taken my [A]place.[D] [E7] [A]
Now, [A]little boy lost, he [D]takes himself so [E7]serious[A]ly
He brags of his misery, he [D]likes to live [E7]dangerous[A]ly
And when [E]bringing her name up he speaks of a farewell kiss to [A]me
He's [D]sure got a lotta [A]gall,
to [D]be so useless and [A]all,
[D]muttering small talk at the [A]wall,
while I'm in the [E7]hall
Oh, [A]how can I explain, it's so [D]hard to [E7]get [A]on?
And these [D]visions of Joh[A]anna, they kept me [E7]up past the [A]dawn.[D] [E7] [A]
Inside the [A]museums, [D]infinity [E7]goes up on [A]trial
Voices echo this is what sal[D]vation must be [E7]like after a [A]while
But Mona [E]Lisa must have had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she [A]smiles
See the [D]primitive wallflower [A]freeze,
when the [D]jelly faced women all [A]sneeze,
hear the [D]one with the mustache say, "[A]Jeeze, I can't find my [E7]knees"
Oh, [A]jewels and binoculars [D]hang from the [E7]head of the [A]mule
But these [D]visions of Jo[A]hanna they make it [E7]all seem so [A]cruel[D].[E7] [A]
The [A]peddler now speaks to the [D]countess who's pre[E7]tending to care for [A]him
Saying' "[A]Name me someone that's not a parasite,
and I'll go [D]out and say a [E7]prayer for [A]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 [A]showed
We see this [D]empty cage now cor[A]rode
Where her [D]cape of the stage once had [A]flowed
The [D]fiddler, he now steps to the [A]road,
he writes [D]everything s been returned which was [A]owed,
on the [D]back of the fish truck that [A]loads while my conscience ex[E7]plodes
The har[A]monicas play the [D]skeleton [E]keys and the [A]rain,
and these [D]visions of Joh[A]anna are now [E7]all that re[A]main.
[D] [E7] [A]
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