Other Album Songs:
* Mr. Tambourine Man
* Like A Rolling Stone
* She Belongs To Me
* Blowing In The Wind
* Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
* Ballad of a Thin Man
* Desolation Row
* It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry
* It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
* Leopard - Skin Pill - Box Hat
* Maggie's Farm
* Man of Constant Sorrow
* Masters of War
* Only a Pawn in Their Game
* Outlaw Blues
* Song to Woody
* Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
* Tombstone Blues
* Visions of Johanna
* When I've Got Troubles
* I Was Young When I Left Home
* Dink's Song
* I'm a Rambler and a Gambler
* This Land Is Your Land
* Sally Gal
* The Hour When The Ship Comes In
* Love Minus Zero
* It's All Right Ma, I'm Only Bleeding
* Highway 61
* Just Like Tom Thumb Blues
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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
SongwritersBOB DYLAN, DYLAN BOB
Published byLyrics © BOB DYLAN MUSIC CO
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