San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
Don’t know if I’m walking or I’m dreaming
Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
He said, music’s real, the rest is seeming
Oh, deep pain,
Feeling that won’t go away
There’s the 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 the soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
Soul shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
Soul shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
Standing by the window as the fog rolls in
I swear I can hear a far-off music
Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
And Satchmo is wailing in Chicago
You ought to heard ´em play
Feelings that won’t go away
Left the sound of their souls in the air
I hear out there and I know
They left them soul shadows all on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
They left them soul shadows all on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
They left soul shadows on my mind
They left them shadows on my mind
They left them soul shadows on my mind…
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