I Got The Best Jelly Roll In Town – Part 2 (1930)

She said, “Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave,
When Gabriel blow his trumpet, I will rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, ah, your good jelly roll.
‘Cause it is good for the sick, and the young and old.”

I was sentenced for murder in the first degree.
The judge's wife called on the phone and said, “Let that man go free!
He's a jelly roll baker, and he's the best in town.
He's the only man can bake, with his damper down.”

There was a man in the hospital, shot all full of hole.
The nurse left the man dyin' to get some good jelly roll.
She says, “I love good jelly, ah, your good jelly roll.
I'd rather let him lose his life, than to miss my good jelly roll.”

Lady says, “Who learnt you to bake that good jelly roll?”
I says, “No one Miss, it's just a gift from my soul,
To bake good jelly, ah, that good jelly roll.
She says, “I love your jelly, its done me good way down in my soul.”

“Mr. can I put in a order for two weeks ahead?
I'd rather have your jellyroll than my home-cooked bread.
I love your jelly, your good jellyroll.
It's just like Maxwell House coffee, it good to my very soul.”