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Şifreni unuttuysan eposta adresini yaz, hemen yenisini yollayalım.
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 the sound of his soul in the air
I can hear it out there and I know
He left those soul shadows
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 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'll remain a part of all that I know
Oh, they played, feeling that won't go away
Left the sound of their souls in the air
I can hear it out there and I know
They left those soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
They left a soul shadow
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
Oh they play, feeling that won't go away
Left the sound of their souls in the air
I can hear it out there and I know
Soul shadow on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
Soul shadow on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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
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 it out there and I know
They left them soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
They left them soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
