| San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
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| Don’t know if I’m waking or I’m dreaming
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| Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
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| He said, music’s real, the rest is seeming
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| Oh, deep pain
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| Feeling that won’t go away
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| There’s the sound of his soul in the air
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| I can hear it out there
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| And I know
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| He left those soul shadows
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| He left a soul shadow
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| Standing by the window as a fog rolls in
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| I swear I can hear a far-off music
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| Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
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| Satchmo wailing somewhere in Chicago
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| reaching for the notes his mind can hear
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| They’ll remain a part of all that I know
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| Oh, they play, feeling that won’t go away
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| Left the sound of their souls in the air
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| I can hear it out there and I know
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| They left them soul shadows all on my mind
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| They left a soul shadow on my mind
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| Oh, they play, feeling that won’t go away
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| Left the sound of their souls in the air
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| I can hear it out there and I know
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| Soul shadows all on my mind
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| Soul shadows all on my mind
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| On my mind
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| On my mind
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| Standing by the window as a fog rolls in
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| I swear I can hear a far-off music
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| Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
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| And Satchmo is wailing in Chicago
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| You oughta heard 'em play
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| Feelings that won’t go away
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| Left the sound of their souls in the air
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| I hear out there and I know
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| They left them soul shadows all on my mind
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| On my mind
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| All on my mind
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| They left them soul shadows all on my mind
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| On my mind
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| (All) on my mind
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| They left soul shadows on my mind
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| They left them shadows all on my mind
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| They left them soul on my mind
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| Oh, left them shadows all on my mind |