San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming
Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
He said, musics real, the rest is seeming

Oh, he played
A feeling that won't go away
Left a sound of his soul in the air
I can hear it up there
And I know 

He left those soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
He left a soul shadow
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind

Standing by the window as a fog rolls in
I swear I can hear a far-off music
Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
Satchmo wailing somewhere in Chicago
Coltrane reaching for the notes his mind can hear
They remain a part of all that I know

Oh, they played
A feeling that won't go away
Left a sound of their souls in the air
I can hear it up there
And I know 

They left them soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
They left a soul shadow 
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind

Oh, they played
A feeling that won't go away
Left a sound of their souls in the air
I can hear it up there
And I know 

Soul shadow
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
Soul shadow
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind

Standing by the window as a fog rolls in
I swear I can hear a far-off music
Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
And Satchmo wailing somewhere in Chicago

You oughta hear them play
Feelings that won't go away
Left a sound of their souls in the air
I hear up there
And I know 

They left them soul shadows
All on my mind, on my mind, all on my mind
They left them soul shadows
All on my mind, on my mind

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