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 a soul shadow on my mind
On my mind,on my mind-
He left a soul shadow on my mind
On my mind,on my mind-

Standing by the window aws the fog rolls in
I swear I can hear a far off music
Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
Armstrong wailing somewhere in Chicago
Coltrane reaching for the notes his mind ca 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...

They left those and shadows on my mind
On my mind,on mymind...
They left those soul shadows on my mind
On my mind,on my mind...