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
feelings that won't go away
Left the 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 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
feelings that won't go away
Left the sound
of their souls in the air
I can hear it out there
and I know
They left those Soul Shadows
on my mind
On my mind on my mind
They left those Soul Shadows
on my mind
On my mind on my mind
Oh they played
feelings that won't go away
Left the sound
of their souls in the air
I can hear it out there
and I know
They left those Soul Shadows
on my mind
On my mind on my mind
Soul Shadows on my mind
On my mind on my mind