San Francisco [bad word]  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—"

BRIDGE:
    Oh he p layed,  feelings that won't  go away
    Left the  sound of his  soul in the  air
DbMaj7 C7sus | C7sus I can hear it out there, and I know
 [bad word] 
  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

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VERSE 2:

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

BRIDGE:

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
 [bad word] 
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