Lonnie Johnson "Jelly Roll Baker ('60)" |
�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. You know it's good for the sick, and it's good for the young and old.� Says, �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 that jelly, crazy �bout that good jelly roll.� She says, �I love your jelly, it's good to my worried soul.� There was a man in the hospital, shot all full of holes. Nurse left a man dyin' to go get some good jelly roll. Says, �I've got to have my jelly, crazy �bout that good jelly roll.� Says, �I'd rather let him lose his life, than to miss my good jelly roll.� She says, �Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, can I 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.� Says, �I love your jelly, it's good to my worried soul.� She says, �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 that jelly, crazy �bout that good jelly roll.� She says, �I love your jelly, its good to my worried soul. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |