Bob Dylan – Visions Of Johanna (Ukulele)

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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

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We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

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And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' 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 blind man's bluff with the key chain

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And the allnight girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train

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We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight

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 Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy insane

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Louise, she's allright, 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 too concice and too clear

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That Johanna's not here

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The ghost of 'lectricity 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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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 lotta gall

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to be so useless and all

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Muttering small talk at the wall

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  while I'm in the hall

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How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on

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And these visions of Johanna, they 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 musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles

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See the primitive wallflower freeze

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When the jellyfaced women all sneeze

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Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees"

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Oh, 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 who's pretending to care for him

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 and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise

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 always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre

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-pares 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 ev'rything'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.