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, music's real, the rest is seeming
Oh, he played Feeling that won't go away left a sound of his soul in the air I can hear it out there And I know
He left those soul shadows On my mind, on my mind, on my mind He left those 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 Satchmo's wailing somewhere in Chicago
Coltrane reaching for the noteshis mind can hear They remain a part of all that I know Left a sound of their souls in the air I can hear it out there And I know
Oh, they played Feelings that won't go away Left the sound of their souls in the air I can hear them 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