Visions Of Johanna Bob Dylan

Ain’t it G   just like the night to play Ctricks when you’re Dtryin' to be so Gquiet    C/G            G
We Gsit here stranded, though we’re Call doin’ our Dbest to deGny it   C/G            G
And LouDise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ Cyou to deGfy it   C/G            G
Lights Cflicker from the opposite Gloft
In Cthis room the heat pipes just Gcough
The Ccountry music station plays Gsoft
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn Doff   Dadd4            D
Just GLouise and her Clover Dso entwGined   C/G               G
And these Cvisions of JoGhanna that Dconquer my Gmind   C/G            G

In the empty Glot where the ladies play Cblindman’s Dbluff with the key Gchain
And the Gall-night girls, they Cwhisper of escaDpades out on the “GD” train
We can Dhear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really Ginsane   C/G            G
LouCise, she’s all right, she’s just Gnear
She’s Cdelicate and seems like the Gmirror
But she Cjust makes it all too concise and too Gclear
That Johanna’s not Dhere   Dadd4            D
The Gghost of ’lectricity Chowls in the Dbones of her Gface   C/G            G
Where these Cvisions of JoGhanna have now Dtaken my Gplace   C/G            G

Now, Glittle boy lost, he Ctakes himself so DseriousGly   C/G            G
He Gbrags of his misery, he Clikes to live DdangerousGly   C/G            G
And when Dbringing her name up
He speaks of a fareCwell kiss to Gme   C/G            G
He’s Csure got a lotta Ggall to Cbe so useless and Gall
CMuttering small talk at the Gwall while I’m in the Dhall
GHow can I explain?
Oh, Cit’s so Dhard to get Gon   C/G            G
And these Cvisions of JoGhanna, they kept me Dup past the Gdawn   C/G            G

InGside the museums, C   Infinity's Dgoing up on Gtrial
Voices Gecho this is what Csalvation must be Dlike after aGwhile   C/G            G
But Mona DLisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she Gsmiles   C/G            G
See the Cprimitive wallflower Gfreeze
When the Cjelly-faced women all Gsneeze
Hear the Cone with the mustache say, “GJeeze
I can’t find my Dknees”   Dadd4            D
Oh, Gjewels and binoculars Chang from the Dhead of the Gmule   C/G            G
But these Cvisions of JoGhanna, they make it Dall seem so Gcruel   C/G            G

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The Gpeddler now speaks to the Ccountess who’s Dpretending to Gcare for him   C/G            G
Sayin’, “GName me someone that’s not a parasite C   and I’ll go Dout and say a Gprayer for him”   C/G            G
But like LouDise always says
You can’t look at much, can ya man
As she, herself, preGpares for him   C/G            G
And MaCdonna, she still has not Gshowed
We see this Cempty cage now corGrode
Where her Ccape of the stage once had Gflowed
The Cfiddler, he now steps to the Groad
He writes Ceverything’s been returned which was Gowed
On the Cback of the fish truck that Gloads
While my conscience exDplodes   Dadd4            D
The harGmonicas play the Cskeleton Dkeys and the Grain   C/G            G
And these Cvisions of JoGhanna are now Dall that reGmain