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, 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
    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 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…