Lyric Jelly Roll Baker (1947)

“Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave.
When Gabriel blows his trumpet, then I ll rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, crazy bout that good jelly roll.
Yes, it s good for the sick, good for the young and old.”

I was sentenced for murder in the first degree.
Judge s wife call up and says, “Let that man go free!
He s the Jelly Roll Baker. He s got the best jelly roll in town.
Only man can bake jelly roll, with his damper down.”

She said, “Who taught you how, to bake good jelly roll?”
I said, “Nobody Miss, it s just a gift from my soul,
To bake good jelly roll, crazy bout that good jelly roll.
Yes, I love your jelly, it s good to my weary soul.”

There was a man in the hospital, shot all full of holes.
The nurse left the man dyin , to go get some good jelly roll.
Says, “I ve got to have my jelly, crazy bout that good jelly roll.
Yes, I d rather let him lose his life, than to miss my good jelly roll.”

“Miss, can I put in my order for two weeks ahead?
I d rather have your jelly roll than my home-cooked bread.
I m crazy bout you jelly, crazy bout that good jelly roll.
Just like Maxwell House coffee, it do s me good deep down in my soul.”