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.”