Lonnie Johnson "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.� Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |