Visions of Johanna Chords by Bob Dylan

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[Verse]
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■  ■ Ain't it just like the night to play tricks
     A                           
When you're trying to be so quiet
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We sit here stranded though we're all doing our best to deny it
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And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it ■ 
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Lights flicker from the opposite loft
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In this room the heat pipes just cough
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The country music station plays soft
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But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
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Just Louise and her lover so entwined
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And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
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In the empty lot where the ladies play
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Blind man's bluff with the key chain
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And the allnight girls
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They whisper of escapades out on the Dtrain
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We can hear the nightwatch man click his flashlight
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Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
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Louise she's alright she's just near
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She's delicate and seems like the mirror
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But she just makes it all to concise and too clear
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That Johanna's not here
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The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
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Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
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And now little boy lost he takes himself so seriously
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He brags of his misery he likes to live dangerously
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And when bringing her name up he speaks of a farewell kiss to me
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He's sure got a lot of gall to be so useless and all
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Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
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Oh how can I explain it's so hard to get on
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And these visions of Johanna they've kept me up past the dawn
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Inside ■  the museums infinity goes up on trial
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Voices echo This is what salvation must be like after a while
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But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues
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You can tell by the way she smiles
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See the primitive wallflower freeze


[Chorus]
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When the jellyfaced women all sneeze
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Hear the one with the mustache say
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Jeez I can't find my knees
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Both jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
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But these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel
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The peddler now speaks to the countess
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Who's pretending to care for him
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Saying Name me someone that's not a parasite
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And I'll go out and say a prayer for him
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But like Louise always says You can't look at much can you man as she herself prepares for him
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And Madonna she still has not showed
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We see this empty cage now corrode
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Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
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The fiddler he now steps to the road
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He writes Everything's been returned which was owed
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On the back of the fish truck that loads while my conscience explodes
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The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
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And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain


[Outro]
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