Chords for Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna (Lyrics)

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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ Ain't it just like the night to [D] play tricks [Em] when you're trying to [A] be so quiet? _ _ _ _ _
We sit here stranded, [D] but we're all [B] doing our best [A] to deny it. _ _ _ _
[E] And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you [A] to defy it. _ _ _ _ _
[D] Lights flicker from the opposite [A] loft. _
[D] In this room the heat pipes [A] just cough. _
The [D] country music [B] station plays [A] soft, but there's nothing, really nothing [E] to turn off. _ _ _ _ _
Just Louise _ and her [D] lover [Em] so [A] _ _ entwined. _ _ _
And [D] visions _ of [A] Johanna _ _ [E] that fog up [A] my mind.
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In the empty lot where the ladies play, [F#] blind man's [A] bluff with the keychain. _ _ _
_ And the all-night girls, they whisper [Em] of escapades [A] out on the tea tray. _ _ _
_ We can hear the night [E] watchman flick his flashlight, asking, tell me if it's him [A] or them, that's insane. _ _ _
_ _ [D] Louise, she's alright, she's just [A] near.
_ _ She's [D] delicate and [Bm] seems like the [A] near.
But she just [D] makes it all too concise and too [A] clear that Johanna's not [E] here. _ _ _ _
_ _ The ghost electricity _
[D] howls in the [F#] bones of her [A] face. _ _
_ _ Where these visions _ of [A] Johanna _ have [E] not taken [A] my place. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Now little boy lost, [D] he takes himself [F#] so [A] seriously. _ _ _
_ _ _ He breaks of his misery, [D] he likes to [E] live [A] dangerously. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] And when bringing her name up, he speaks of a farewell kiss [A] to me. _ _ _
_ _ He [D] sure got a lot of [A] gall to [D] be so [Bm] useless and all.
_ _ _ [D] Muttering small talk at [A] the wall while I'm [E] in the hall. _ _
_ _ Oh, [A] how can I explain, [D] it's [B] so hard to [A] get on. _ _
_ _ And [D] these visions of [A] Johanna, they kept me [E] up past [A] dawn. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Inside the museums, [D] _ [F#] infinity goes [A] up on trial. _
_ _ _ Voices echo, this is what [D] salvation [F#] must be like [A] after a while. _ _
_ _ But [Em] Mona Lisa [B] must have had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she [A] smiles. _ _
_ _ _ [D] See the primitive _ [A] wallflower freeze, _ [D] when the cherry faced women [Bm] all sneeze.
_ [D] Hear the one with the mustache [A] say, geez I can't find my [E] knees. _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] Oh, jewels and [D] binoculars hang [B] from the head [A] of the mule. _ _
_ _ But [D] these visions of [A] Johanna, _ they [E] make it all seem so cruel. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ The peddler now speaks, [D] do the [F#] countess cease pretending [A] to care for him. _
_ _ _ Saying, need me someone that's not a [D] parasite, and [F#] I'll go out and [A] say a prayer for him. _
_ _ But [E] like Louise always says, you can't look at much, can you man, if she [A] herself prepares for him. _
_ _ And [D] Madonna still has [A] not showed.
_ We [D] see this empty cage now [A] corrode.
Where [D] her cape of the stage once it flowed.
The fiddler he now steps to the road.
_ He writes [D] everything's been returned which [A] was old.
On the [D] back of the fish truck that [A] loads while my conscience [E] explodes. _ _
_ [D] The _ [A] harmonica's played, the skeleton [B] keys and the ray. _ _ _
_ And [D] these visions of Johanna are now [E] all that remain.
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