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