San Francisco morning coming clear and cold Don't know if Im waking or Im dreaming Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief He said, musics real, the rest is seeming Oh, deep pain, Feeling that wont 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 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 a 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 wont 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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